The Rose Of England

Taking nothing but his daddy's old bone-grip knife
 He traded but a little for the wayward life
 A faint heart never won fair hand
 So says the Rose of England
 From a high on a hill came the clarion call
 To game young men
 Come one, come all
 Make muster against the foreign hand
 That's raised to the Rose of England
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 For her feckless boy
 She did weep and wail
 Saying, Lord have mercy where did I fail?
 Out my belly, then pick up a gun
 And fall for the Rose of England
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 God knows it's a cold outside
 It's a fire by day and a freeze by 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
 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
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 God knows it's a cold outside
 It's a fire by day and a freeze by 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
 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