Biography:
Herbert "Bert" Jansch (3 November 1943 – 5 October 2011) was a Scottish folk musician and founding member of the band Pentangle.
He was born in Glasgow and came to prominence in London in the 1960s, as an acoustic guitarist, as well as a singer-songwriter. He recorded at least 25 albums and toured extensively from the 1960s to the 21st century.
Jansch was a leading figure in the British folk music revival of the 1960s, touring folk clubs and recording several solo albums
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Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
This is my first tab:
[Verse 1]
Bm D A Bm
When I was in service in Rosemary Lane,
Bm D A E
I won the good will of my master and dame,
Bm D A Bm
'Til a sailor came there one night for to lay,
Bm D A E
And that was the beginning of my misery.
[Verse 2]
He asked for a lantern to light him to bed,
And likewise a silk handkerchief to tie up his head,
To tie up his head as sailors will do,
And he said, "My pretty Polly, won't you come too?"
[Verse 3]
Now this maid be young and foolish, she thought it no harm,
To lie into bed for to keep herself warm,
And what was done there I will never disclose,
But I wish that short night had been seven long years.
[Verse 4]
Next morning this sailor so early arose,
And into my apron three guineas did throw,
Saying, "This I will give, and more I will do,
If you'll be my Polly wherever I go."
[Verse 5]
And if its a boy, he will fight for the king,
And if its a girl, she will wear a gold ring,
Wear a gold ring and a dress all aflame,
And remember my service in Rosemary Lane.
[Verse 1]
When I was in service in Rosemary Lane,
I won the good will of my master and dame,
'Til a sailor came there one night for to lay,
And that was the beginning of my misery.
(Hope this is good!)
[Verse 1]
Bm D A Bm
When I was in service in Rosemary Lane,
Bm D A E
I won the good will of my master and dame,
Bm D A Bm
'Til a sailor came there one night for to lay,
Bm D A E
And that was the beginning of my misery.
[Verse 2]
He asked for a lantern to light him to bed,
And likewise a silk handkerchief to tie up his head,
To tie up his head as sailors will do,
And he said, "My pretty Polly, won't you come too?"
[Verse 3]
Now this maid be young and foolish, she thought it no harm,
To lie into bed for to keep herself warm,
And what was done there I will never disclose,
But I wish that short night had been seven long years.
[Verse 4]
Next morning this sailor so early arose,
And into my apron three guineas did throw,
Saying, "This I will give, and more I will do,
If you'll be my Polly wherever I go."
[Verse 5]
And if its a boy, he will fight for the king,
And if its a girl, she will wear a gold ring,
Wear a gold ring and a dress all aflame,
And remember my service in Rosemary Lane.
[Verse 1]
When I was in service in Rosemary Lane,
I won the good will of my master and dame,
'Til a sailor came there one night for to lay,
And that was the beginning of my misery.
(Hope this is good!)
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