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