Rosemary Lane

When I was in service in the Rosemary Lane

I won the good will of my master Amberdine

'Till a young sailor came by one night to lie

And that was the beginning of my misery

He called for a candle to light him to bed

And likewise a silk hankerchief to tie up his hair

To tie up his hair as sailors will do,

"And third my pretty Polly, won't you come too?"

Now this might be young and foolish, she thought it no harm

To lie on to bed to keep herself warm

And what was done there, I shall never disclose

But I wish that short night had been seven long years

So early next morning this sailor arose

And into my pockets 3 guineas did throw

Saying "This I will give and more I will do

If you'll be my pretty Polly wherever I go"

And if it's a boy, he will fight for the King

And if it's a girl she will wear a gold ring

Wear a gold ring and a dress all aflame

And remember my service in the Rosemary Lane

When I was in service in the Rosemary Lane

I won the good will of my master Amberdine

'Till a young sailor came by one night to lie

And that was the beginning of my misery