Sweet Rosemary

My young man, oh, he is so fine

Sweet Rosemary did say

She gathered flowers and she sang

All about her wedding dayOh, when I was a lass at school

I looked out at the sky

And now among the woodlands cool

Gathering sweet primrosesI, I wish I was a little bird

With wings that I could fly

Then I would find my own true love

And when he'd speak then I'd be byMy heart would flutter like the wings

Oh, to see my own dear one

And pretty words I'd like to sing

All beneath the morning sun