Oysterband Lyrics
"The Rose Of England"

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 call to win young
men, come one, come all
Make muster against 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