Nick Lowe & His Cowboy Outfit
The Rose of England
Taking nothing but his daddy's old bone-grip knifeHe traded but a little for the wayward lifeA faint heart never won fair handSo says the Rose of EnglandFrom high on a hill came the clarion callTo gain young men, come one, come allMake muster 'gainst the foreign handThat's raised to the Rose of EnglandFor her feckless boys she did weep and wailSaying, Lord have mercy where did I fail?Out of my belly, the pick up a gunAnd fall for the Rose of EnglandGod knows it's a cold outsideIt's a fire by day and a freeze at nightI know it's a hell out thereHow loud the mouth when the heart don't careHe's damned if he don't, and damned if he doHe'd die if he ever found out we knewHot potato, drop it and runFar from the Rose of England
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