The Rose Of York

Dm Am Dm Am Dm My name it is Mark Bennett, I am a Yorkshire man. Dm Am Dm Am Dm I earn my living by my pen, tell a stirring tale I can. Dm Am F Am But the one I tell you now boys was writ by foolish men Dm Am Dm Am Dm And the petals fell from the Rose of York, never to bloom again. Dm Am Dm Am Dm Come all you young married men, you boys of the bulldog breed. Dm Am Dm Am Dm We're looking for the strong and brave, that's what Britannia needs. Dm Am F Am And we'll fight the Hun in Flanders then the Germans on the Seine. Dm Am Dm Am Dm And the petals fell from the Rose of York, never to bloom again. Dm Am Dm Am Dm When we first set out to Egypt where the heat was hard to bare. Dm Am Dm Am Dm We were waiting for the call to France for the Bosh were fighting there. Dm Am F Am And we talked of what we'd do boys, brother, son and friend. Dm Am Dm Am Dm And the petals fell from the Rose of York, never to bloom again. Dm Am Dm Am Dm At last we heard the push was on and we set sail across the Med. Dm Am Dm Am Dm We little thought in two weeks time we'd most of us be dead. Dm Am F Am And the girls at home would weep, with a grief that's hard to mend. Dm Am Dm Am Dm And the petals fell from the Rose of York, never to bloom again. Dm Am Dm Am Dm With shouts of joy we lads did charge towards the German wire. Dm Am Dm Am Dm Our handsome mate was the first to fall as the guns they opened fire. Dm Am F Am His face no longer handsome when the barbed wire met his end. Dm Am Dm Am Dm And the petals fell from the Rose of York, never to bloom again. Dm Am Dm Am Dm Well we had a Sergeant Major, bold ny nature, Bold by name. Dm Am Dm Am Dm But the German guns don't pick and choose and Bold died just the same. Dm Am F Am And the other gallants followed, their kind of lives do spend. Dm Am Dm Am Dm And the petals fell from the Rose of York, never to bloom again. Dm Am Dm Am Dm Well we did not want to lose you but we thought you ought to go. Dm Am Dm Am Dm Your King and Country needed you, Lord Kitchener told us so. Dm Am F Am But the story now I've told you was writ by foolish men. Dm Am Dm Am Dm And the petals fell from the Rose of York, never to bloom again. Dm Am Dm Am Dm And the petals fell from the Rose of York, never to bloom again.