A Fistful O' Roses - The Rumjacks
Lyricist:Francis McLaughlin
Composer:Francis McLaughlin
Oh I've loved you from afar I've borne you like a scar
Sung your name across the bloody colfiorito
But a poison took your heart you charmless little tart
Now you've nary a jot o' bother at all for me o
This old town has gone to bits all the
Folk are off their tits
Screamin' hoorah hurry the f**k t'blazes
A right parade o' fools come to stomp all o'er yer jewels
Like a fistful o' half dead roses
And we're here again ho again let the whisky flow again
Let the taps blow again sound away the knell
Like a fistful o' roses we'll take 'em to the grave
Every last tale there is to tell
Oh this boozer is a wreck all up down the deck
Like a tired old sinner off her game
Wi' her blood red lips and her youth about her hips
Still the regulars all love her just the same
Where the mud spat boots cut their way among the suits
And the sally's come to rattle
The can for Jesus
'Til they chain up all the
Doors and toss out all the whores
Wi' a fistful o' half dead roses
And we're here again ho again let the whisky flow again
Let the taps blow again sound away the knell
Like a fistful o' roses we'll take 'em to the grave
Every last tale there is to tell
May all the autumn leaves turn to twenties at yer feet
And the high and mighty come to know your thunder
We could set the world ablaze but these are early days
And there's still a hell of a road for us tae wander
And there's one here among us'll
Outlive the rest
Take a tipple to his foibles and his praises
'Til they strike him off the
Roll and chuck him doon a hole
Wi' a fistful o' half dead roses
And we're here again ho again let the whisky flow again
Let the taps blow again sound away the knell
Like a fistful o' roses we'll take 'em to the grave
Every last tale there is to tell
And we're here again ho again let the whisky flow again
Let the taps blow again sound away the knell
Like a fistful o' roses we'll take 'em to the grave
Every last tale there is to tell
Till
To to
Till to
Till
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