The Rose Of England Lyrics

Taking nothing but his daddy's old bone-grip knife He traded but a little for the wayward life Faint heart never won fair hand So says the Rose of England So says the Rose of England From high on a hill came the clarion callto win young men, come one, come all Make muster 'gainst the foreign hand That's raised to the Rose of England Raised to the Rose of England For her feckless boys she did weep and wail Crying, Lord have mercy where did I fail? Out of my belly and the pick up a gun And fall for the Rose of England Fall for the Rose of England God knows it's cold outside It's a fire by day and a freeze at night I know it's a hell out there How loud the mouth when the heart don't care He's damned if he don't, he's damned if he do He'd die if he ever found out we knew Hot potato, drop it and run Far from the Rose of England Far from the Rose of England