The Rose Of England Lyrics

Nick Lowe The Rose Of England

Taking nothing but his daddy's old bone-gripped knife
He traded but a little for the wayward life
"A faint heart never won fair hand"
So says the Rose of England

From high on a hill came the clarion call
To game young men "Come one come all.
Make muster 'gainst the foreign hand
That's raised to the Rose of England."

For her feckless boy she did weep and wail
Saying "Lord have mercy, where did I fail?
Out my belly to pick up a gun
And fall for the Rose of England."

God knows it's cold outside
It's fry by day and froze by night
I know it's hell out there
How loud the mouth and the heart don't care

He's damned if he don't and 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

God knows it's cold outside
It's fry by day and froze by night
I know it's hell out there
How loud the mouth and the heart don't care

He's damned if he don't and 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
Far from the Rose of England
Far from the Rose of England