ROSEBERRY LANE



It's once I was a serving girl in Roseberry Lane

I had a kind master, my mistress was the same

Till one day a sailor lad came into port, you see

And that was the beginning of my misery



Home, dearie home, oh it's home I want to be

Home far away in my own country

Where the oak and the ash and the bonnie elm tree

They're all growing green in my own country



He called for a candle to light him up tae bed

And likewise for a handkerchief to tie around his head

Tae tie around his head as the sailors often do

Saying, "Now my pretty fair maid, will you come to?"



Now Maggie was a young girl and she thought it was nae harm

Tae jump intae bed for to keep the sailor warm

And what they did there, no one shall ever hear

But she wished that short night it had lasted for a year



Now early in the morning the sailor he arose

And intae Maggie's apron a bag o' gold he throws

Saying, "Take this my bonnie lassie, for the harm that I have

done

For this night I fear I've left you wi' a daughter or a son.



"Well if it is a girl child ye'll send her out tae nurse

Wi' gold all in your pocket and silver in your purse

And if it be's a boy child he'll wear the jacket blue

And court the bonnie lassies like his daddy used tae do."



@courtship @sex @trees

printed in Scottish Folksinger

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