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Rosemary Faire(Song of Lughnasadh) - Aine Minogue/Alasdair Halliday
You may go down to rosemary faire
Every rose grows merry and fine
And pick me out then the finest girl there
And i shall make her a true lover of mine
Tell him to find me an acre of land
Every rose grows merry and fine
Between the salt water and the sea strand
For he'll never be a true lover of mine
Tell her to send me a carembrick shirt
Every rose grows merry and fine
Made without needle or needlework
Or she cannot be a true lover of mine
Tell him to bring it to rosemary faire
Every rose grows merry and fine
When he arrives there'll be nobody there
For he'll never be a true lover of mine
