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 I 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’s not sprung and rain never fell

Then she will be a true lover of mine

And tell her to dry it on yonder green thorn

Where every rose grows merry and fine

The 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

Oh, 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

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 ride home on a snail

Where every rose grows merry and fine

And thrash it all over with an ox’s tail

Then he will be a true lover of mine

(Every rose grows merry and fine)

(Every rose grows merry and fine)

A 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)

(Every rose grows merry and fine)