Rosemary

Lyrics

For the sake of some things          That be now no more I will strew rushes          On my chamber-floor, I will plant bergamot          At my kitchen-door. For the sake of dim things          That were once so plain I will set a barrel          Out to catch the rain, I will hang an iron pot          On an iron crane. Many things be dead and gone          That were brave and gay; For the sake of these things          I will learn to say, "An it please you, gentle sirs,"          "Alack!" and "Well-a-day!"