When I was in service in Rosemary Lane I won the good will of my master Amberdine Until a young sailor came there to stay And that was the beginning of my misery
He called for a candle to light him to bed Aand likewise a silk hankerchief to tie up his hair To tie up his hair as sailors will do, "And third my pretty Polly, will you come too?"
Now this may seem young and foolish, she thought it no harm To lie on the 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"Tthis I will give and more I will do
If you'll be my Polly wherever I go"
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 a dress all aflame And remember my service in Rosemary Lane
When I was in service in Rosemary Lane I won the good will of my master Amberdine Until a young sailor came there to stay And that was the beginning of my misery