The Rose Of England - Oysterband

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 callto win young men, come one, come all 
Make muster 'gainst 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