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