My baby is angry.

1. My baby is angry, my baby is angry when I march. ; I swear a lot in front of every inn, in front of every pub. ; May God beat that good mother, my dove, ; Who raised her son to be a soldier, a poor recruit. ; ; 2. The rosemary smells, the rosemary smells, its branch bends to the ground. ; Come, my dear baby, my dear little tube, lie down in bed. ; I will not lie down, I will not lie down, in the shadow of rosemary, my dove, ; My baby is breaking, my white ironed skirt, my mother is beating me.