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