Rose Of England

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[Verse 1]
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Taking nothing but his daddy's old bone-grip knife
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He traded but a little for the wayward life
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  A faint heart never won fair hand
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So says the Rose of England

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[Verse 2]
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From a-high on a hill came the clarion call
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To gain young men, "Come one, come all
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  Make muster 'gainst the foreign hand
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That's raised to the Rose of England!"

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[Verse 3]
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For her feckless boys she did weep and wail
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Saying, "Lord have mercy, where did I fail?
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  Out my belly, they pick up a gun
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And fall for the Rose of England"

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[Bridge]
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  God knows it's a cold outside
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It's a fry by day and a froze by night
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  I know it's a hell out there
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How loud the mouth when the heart don't care

[Verse 4]
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He's damned if he don't, and damned if he do
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He'd die if he ever found out we knew
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  Hot potato, drop it and run
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Far from the Rose of England

[Instrumental]
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[Bridge]
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

[Verse 5]
      E                       A           E
He's damned if he don't, and damned if he do
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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

[Tag]
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

[Outro]
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