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When I was in service in Rosemary Lane |
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I won the goodwill of my master and did I |
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Till a sailor came there one night to lay |
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And that was the beginning of my misery |
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He called for a candle to light him to bed |
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And likewise a silk handkerchief to tie up his head |
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To tie up his head as sailors will do |
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And he said my pretty Polly will you come too |
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Now this maid being young and foolish she thought it no harm |
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For to lie into bed to keep herself warm |
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And what was done there I will never disclose |
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But I wish that short night had been seven long years |
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Next morning this sailor so early arose |
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And into my apron three guineas did throw |
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Saying take this I will give and more I will do |
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If you'll be my Polly wherever I go |
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Now if it's a boy he will fight for the king |
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And if it's a girl she will wear a gold ring |
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She will wear a gold ring and a dress all aflame |
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And remember my service in Rosemary Lane |
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When I was in service in Rosemary Lane |
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I won the goodwill of my master and did I |
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Till a sailor came there one night to lay |
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And that was the beginning of my misery |
