Broomfield Hill Lyrics & Chords By Ruth Barrett

A wager, a wager, five hundred pound and ten That you'll not go to the Broomfield Hill and a maid return again And oh she cried, and oh she sighed, and oh she made her moan ...read more

Oh it's of a lord in the north country, He courted a lady gay. As they were riding side by side, A wager she did lay. "Oh I'll wager you five hundred pound, Five hundred...read more