When I was in service in Rosemary
I won the goodwill of my master
Till the sailor came there one night to lend
That was the beginning of my misery
He called for a candle to light him to bed
And likewise a silk handkerchief to tie up his head
To tie up his head,
a sailor's will now Understand,
my pretty barley,
will you come too?
Now this maid,
being young and foolish,
she thought it no harm
For to lie him to bed 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 apron three guineas did throw
Saying this I will give and more I will
do If you'll be my barley wherever I go
Now if it's a boy he will fight for the king
And if it's a girl she will wear a gold ring
She will 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 goodwill of my master Till the sailor came there
one night to lend And that was the beginning of my misery