Oh when I was a servant in Rosemary Lane.
I earned the goodwill of my master and dame.
Till a sailor came by, one night for to call,
and sure that was the beginning, of my downfall.
He asked me 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 he said my pretty polly, with you come on too?
Oh when I was a servant in Rosemary Lane.
I earned the goodwill of my master and dame.
Till a sailor came by, one night for to call,
and sure that was the beginning, of my downfall.
He asked me 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 he said my pretty polly, with you come on too?
This maid being young and foolish, she thought it no harm.
To lie into bed, to keep herself warm.
For what happend there, I will never disclose.
But I wish the short night, had been seven long years.
So early next morning the sailor arose,
and into my apron three guineas did throw.
Saying this I will give and more I will do,
if you will be my polly, whereever I may go.
Now if it´s a boy he will fight for his king,
and if it´s a girl, she will wear a gold ring.
She´ll wear a gold ring and dress up in grey,
and remember my service in Rosemary Lane.