When I was in service in
Rosemary
Lane I kept the goodwill of
my master and dame
Until a young sailor he came to stay
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 hair.
To tie up his hair, let's say a little do,
Says he, pretty
Polly, won't you come to bed too?
This girl being young and foolish,
she thought of no how,
To jump into bed, to keep herself warm
But what's done next, I'll never declare
But I wish that short night had paid
seven long years
And early next morning the sailor rose
And into her lap he threw
handfuls of gold
Saying this, I will give them all I will do
If you'll be my
Polly wherever I go
And when your baby's born,
you'll put it to love
And sit like a lady with gold in your purse
With gold in your purse and
milk in your breast
Saying that's what she got
by a sailor in the west
Now if it's a boy, he'll fight for the king
And if it's a girl,
she'll wear a gold ring
She'll wear a gold ring and
dress all aflame
And re member my service in
Rosemary
Lane
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