Aine Minogue - Rosemary Faire lyrics

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