HE:
You may go down to Rosemary Faire
Every rose grows merry and fine
Pick me out then the finest girl there
And I shall make her a true lover of mine.
SHE:
Tell him to find me an acre of land
Every rose grows merry and fine
Between the salt water and the sea strand
Or he'll never be a true lover of mine.
HE:
Tell her to send me a carembrick shirt
Every rose grows merry and fine
Made without needle or needlework
Or she cannot be a true lover of mine.
SHE:
Tell him to bring it to Rosemary Faire
Every rose grows merry and fine
When he arrives there'll be nobody there
And he'll never be a true lover of mine.