Rosemary Lane - Bellowhead
If you will go down to Rosemary Lane
Where every rose grows merry and fine
Oh you'll pick me out the finest girl there
And l will make her a true love of mine
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
Where every rose grows merry and fine
To be done without needle or needlework
Then she will be a true lover of mine
And tell her to wash it in yonder well
Where every rose grows merry and fine
Where water ne'er sprung and rain never fell
Then she will be a true lover of mine
Tell her to dry it on yonder green thorn
Where every rose grows merry and fine
Where bloom never grew since Adam was born
Then she will be a true lover of mine
And when she has finished all of her work
Where every rose grows merry and fine
Oh tell her I'll call for my cambric shirt
Then she will be a true lover of mine
If you will go down to Rosemary Lane
Where every rose grows merry and fine
Oh you'll pick me out the finest boy there
And I will make him a true love of mine
Tell him to get me an acre of land
Where every rose grows merry and fine
Between the salt sea and the salt sea strand
Then he will be a true lover of mine
Tell him to plough it with a ram's horn
Where every rose grows merry and fine
And sow it all over with one grain of corn
And then he will be a true lover of mine
Tell him to reap it with a cock's feather
Where every rose grows merry and fine
And bind it all over with strappings of leather
Then he will be a true lover of mine
Tell him to draw it home on a snail
Where every rose grows merry and fine
Thrash it all over with an ox's tail
Then he will be a true lover of mine
Lover of mine
Every rose grows merry and fine
Every rose grows merry and fine
Every rose grows merry and fine
Every rose grows merry and fine
Every rose grows merry and fine
