Oh my rosemary, grow
Go to the girl,
Go to the only one. I will ask.
And if she answers me: I don't love you,
Uni are recruiting , the riflemen are marching
Enlist.
Give me a chestnut horse
And a sharp saber,
To my side.
Oh my rosemary
I will give me shoes with spurs
And a gray boot,
with heels.
I will give me a gray uniform
So that I don't miss my cottage.
Give me a canteen of spirits
So that I don't miss the girl.
And when I'm out of my mind,
Go to the girl,
After a kiss.
O my rosemary
English translation of Polish lyrics by Polish Scouting Founder Andrzej Malkowskiâs granddaughter, Christina Malkowska Zaba ©2012.
Oh my Rosemary, unfurl your petals,
I will go to my girl,
I will go to my only one
And I will propose.
And if she replies: I donât love you
The cavalry are recruiting,
The infantry are marching I will join them.
They will give me a chestnut horse
And a sharp saber,
By my side.
Oh my Rosemary
They will give me fine boots, with spurs,
And a gray jacket,
With stripes.
Theyâll give me an ashen- gray uniform
So that I don't long,
For my country home.
They'll give me a flask with liquor
So that I don't long ,
For my girl.
And when I leave, as an old soldier
I'll go to my girl,
For a kiss.
Oh my Rosemary