Sweet Rosemary

My young man, oh, he is so fine Sweet Rosemary did say She gathered flowers and she sang All about her wedding day Oh, when I was a la*s at school I looked out at the sky And now among the woodlands cool Gathering sweet primroses I, 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 by My 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 Oh, my young man, oh, he is so fine Sweet Rosemary did say She gathered flowers and she sang All about her wedding day