Rosemary Faire - Aine Minogue

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