Rosemary Lane Lyrics - Revival - 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 

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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 

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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 

Every rose grows merry and fine