When I was in service in Rosemary Lane
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I won the goodwill of my master and did I
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Till a sailor came there one night to lay
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And that was the beginning of my misery
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He called for a candle to light him to bed
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And likewise a silk handkerchief to tie up his head
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To tie up his head as sailors will do
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And he said my Pretty Polly will you come too
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Now this maid being young and foolish she thought it no harm
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For to lie into bed to keep herself warm
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And what was done there I will never disclose
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But I wish that short night had been seven long years
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Next morning this sailor so early arose
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And into my apron three guineas did throw
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Saying take this I will give and more I will do
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If you'll be my Polly wherever I go
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Now if it's a boy he will fight for the king
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And if it's a girl she will wear a gold ring
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She will wear a gold ring and a dress all aflame
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And remember my service in Rosemary Lane
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When I was in service in Rosemary Lane
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I won the goodwill of my master and did I
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Till a sailor came there one night to lay
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And that was the beginning of my misery
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Rosemary Lane
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| Bert Jansch |
