Rosemary Lane

	When I was in service in
	Rosemary Lane
	I won the goodwill of my master and did
	I 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 he said my
	Pretty Polly will you come too
	Now this maid being young and foolish she thought it no harm
	For to lie into bed to keep herself warm
	And what was done there
	I will never disclose
	But I wish that short night had been seven long years
	Next morning this sailor so early arose
	And into my apron three guineas did throw
	Saying take this
	I will give and more
	I will do
	If you'll be my
	Polly wherever
	I go Now if it's a boy he will fight for the king
	And if it's 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 goodwill of my master and did
	I Till a sailor came there one night to lay
	And that was the beginning of my misery