Rosemary Lane (Traditional) Performer(s): Bert Jansch; and various other artists
When I was in service in Rosemary Lane I won the good will of my master Amberdine Till a sailor came there, one night to lay And that was the beginning of my misery
He called for a candle to light him to bed And likewise a silk handkerchief to tie up his head To tie up his head, as sailors will do, And then said My pretty Polly, will you come too?
Now, this may be young and foolish, she thought it no harm To lie into bed, for to keep herself warm And what was done there, I will never disclose But I wish that short night had been 7 long years
Next morning this sailor so early arose And into my apron 3 guineas did throw Saying This I will give, and more I will do If youll be my Polly wherever I go
Now if its a boy, he will fight for the king And if its a girl, she will wear a gold ring She will wear a gold ring and a dress all aflame And remember my service in Rosemary Lane
When I was in service in Rosemary Lane I won the good will of my master Amberdine Till a sailor came there, one night to lay And that was the beginning of my misery
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