When I was in service in the rosemary lane

I won the good will of my master amberdine

'Til 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

Likewise a silk hankerchief to tie up his hair

To tie up his hair as sailors will do

And third my pretty polly won't you come too

This may be young and foolish she thought it no harm

To lie into bed why 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 bra 3 guineas did throw

Saying this I will give and more I will do

If you l be my pretty polly wherever I go

And if it a boy he will fight for the king

And if it a girl she will wear a gold ring

Wear a gold ring and a dress all of light

And remember my service in the rosemary lane

When I was in service in the rosemary lane

I won the good will of my master amberdine

Til a sailor came there one night to lay

And that was the beginning of my misery