From Teuchland I come, with my light wares all laden,
To dear, happy England, in summer's gay bloom;
Then listen, fair lady and young pretty maiden,
Oh buy of the wandering Bavarian a broom !
⁠Buy a broom! buy a broom!
⁠Buy a broom! buy a broom!
O buy of the wandering Bavarian a broom!

To brush away insects that sometimes annoy you;
You'll find it quite handy to use night and day,
And what better exercise, pray, can employ you,
Than to sweep all vexatious intruders away.
⁠Buy a broom! buy a broom!
⁠Buy a broom! buy a broom!
O boy of the wandering Bavarian a broom!

​Ere winter comes on, for sweet home soon departing,
My toil for your favours again I'll resume;
And while gratitude's tear in my eye-lid is starting,
Bless the time that in England I cried buy a broom.
⁠Buy a broom! buy a broom!
⁠Buy a broom! buy a broom!
O buy of the wandering Bavarian a broom!