Oh my old master left me alone
It’s time to unleash thee
To my will they shall obey
Spirits you’ll be freed
Go, I say
Go on your way
Do not tarry
Water carry
Let it flow abundantly
And prepare a bath for me
Come on now, old broom, get dressed
These rags will do just fine
You’re a slave in any case
And today you will be mine
To the bank he’s running fast
Quick as lightning to the river
Now he’s filling cup for cup
Can’t stop the deliver
Stop stand still
Heed my will
I’ve enough
Of that stuff
I’ve forgotten – woe is me
What the magic word may be
Is the end
Not in sight?
I will grab you
Hold you tight
With my axe, I split the brittle
Old wood smartly, down the middle
And they’re running wet and wetter
Get the stairs, the room, the hall
What a deluge, what a flood
Lord and master hear my call
Back now broom
Down the floor
Be as thou
Were before
Until I, the old master
Call thee forth, to serve once more