Rosemary Lane Lyrics

Bert Jansch

Next morning this sailor so early arose
And into my apron three guineas did throw
Saying 'This I will give and more I will do
If youÂ'll be my Polly wherever I go'

Now if itÂ's a boy, he will fight for the King
And if itÂ'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 the Rosemary Lane
I won the good will of my master Amberdine
'til a young sailor came there to stay
And that was the beginning of my misery