The Rose of England Nick Lowe

[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
From a-high on a hill came the clarion call
To gain young men, come a-one, come all
Make muster 'gainst the foreign hand
That's raised to the Rose of England

[Verse 3]
For her feckless boys she did weep and wail
Saying, "Lord, have mercy, where did I fail?
Out of my belly, they pick up a gun
And fall for the Rose of England"

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

[Verse 4]
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