Bert Jansch - Rosemary Lane (1971) by Bert Jansch (보컬) on maniadb.com

When I was in service in Rosemary Lane
I won the goodwill of my master and did I
Till a sailor came there one night to lay
And that was the beginning of my misery

He called for a candle to light him to bed
And likewise a silk handkerchief to tie up his head
To tie up his head as sailors will do
And he said my Pretty Polly will you come too

Now this maid being young and foolish she thought it no harm
For to lie into bed to keep herself warm
And what was done there I will never disclose
But I wish that short night had been seven long years

Next morning this sailor so early arose
And into my apron three guineas did throw
Saying take this I will give and more I will do
If you'll be my Polly wherever I go

Now if it's a boy he will fight for the king
And if it's a girl she will wear a gold ring
She will wear a gold ring and a dress all aflame
And remember my service in Rosemary Lane

When I was in service in Rosemary Lane
I won the goodwill of my master and did I
Till a sailor came there one night to lay
And that was the beginning of my misery

There lay a dying sailor weeping
So far he'd wandered from the south,
As he lay upon the burning sand
The children gather to watch his passing.

He'd swum the seven seas before him
And danced upon the stormy breakers.
But now dying alone is all that's left for him
And death a shining slowly beckons.

And rolling in last veil of sunshine
Sheds light upon his dying hours.
But still strong in his urgent will to live
For he tries again to reach the water.

And turning away still ring the voices
Of children laughing o'er the murky waters,
And somewhere I hear the silent singing
Calling on the wayward child.

As Sylvie was walking down by the riverside
As Sylvie was walking down by the riverside
And looking so sadly
looking so sadly
looking so sadly
All upon the swift tide

She thought on her lover that left her in pride
She thought on her lover that left her in pride
On the banks of the meadow
On the banks of the meadow
On the banks of the meadow
She sat down and cried

And as she sat weeping a young man came by
And as she sat weeping a young man came by
What ails you my jewel
What ails you my jewel
What ails you my jewel
And makes you to cry

Well I once had a sweetheart and now I have none
I once had a sweetheart and now I have none
He's gone and leave me
Gone and leave me
Gone and leave me
In sorrow to mourn

Last night in sweet slumber I dreamed that I did see
Last night in sweet slumber I dreamed that I did see
Mine own dearest true love
Mine own dearest true love
Mine own dearest true love
Come smiling to me

But when I awokened I found it not so
But when I awokened I found it not so
Mine eyes were like fountains
Mine eyes were like fountains
Mine eyes were like fountains
Where the waters do flow

I'll set sail of silver and steer towards the sun
I'll set sail of silver and steer towards the sun
And my false love will weep
My false love will weep
My false love will weep
For me after I'm gone.