The Rose of England Lyrics

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 f***less 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 d***ed if he don't, he's d***ed 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