The Rose Of England

| E | E A | E | B E | 2x | E | E | E | E E A E Taking nothing but his daddy's old bone-grip knife C#m A B E He traded but a little for the wayward life E A E A faint heart never won fair hand C#m A B E So says the Rose of England | E | B E E A E From a-high on a hill came the clarion call C#m A B E To gain young men, "Come one, come all E A E Make muster 'gainst the foreign hand C#m A B E That's raised to the Rose of England!" | E | E A | E | B E E A E For her feckless boys she did weep and wail C#m A B E Saying, "Lord have mercy, where did I fail? E A E Out my belly, they pick up a gun C#m A B E And fall for the Rose of England" | E | B E D | A D A God knows it's a cold outside E D It's a fry by day and a froze by night A D A I know it's a hell out there E B How loud the mouth when the heart don't care E A E He's damned if he don't, and damned if he do C#m A B E He'd die if he ever found out we knew E A E Hot potato, drop it and run C#m A B E Far from the Rose of England | E | E A | E | B E | | E | E A | E | B E D | A D A God knows it's a cold outside E D It's a fry by day and a froze by night A D A I know it's a hell out there E B How loud the mouth when the heart don't care E A E He's damned if he don't, and damned if he do C#m A B E He'd die if he ever found out we knew E A E Hot potato, drop it and run C#m A B E Far from the Rose of England C#m A B E Far from the Rose of England C#m A B E Far from the Rose of En-ga-land C#m F#7 A Far from the Rose of En----gland | E | E A | E | B E | 4x (fade out)