Poor as Job
Meek as Moses
hit and curse us for our pains
We come through no fault of our own
to take a little gaming change
On the Liverpool packet
by the name of Here Not We're
Disguised as terrapins
on the way back home to Baltimore
It was Roses Roses all the way
Roses all along
The broad Atlantic
when we used to sing this song
From San Pedro to 16 St.
lay the magic carpet down
We're heading off at random in
to weave a bower
trellis work may haply flower
if we don't give up in time
So lock us in when you start closing
and we might lift your chairs up
It was Roses Roses all the way
Roses all along
The broad Atlantic
when we used to chant this chant
On the double Tenerife
unlock your brandy cabinet
Were Here Not's come especially
to be shown a good time
Out of tune the piano
and ready the wheelchairs
Out of tune the piano
Tell us you miss me
I remember walking free and clear
down the Seine side
Liverpool packet's seventeen south of Cape Clear
I was thinking of some time
on the little We're Not Here
Singing six and twenty Sundays
since last we saw land
It was Roses Roses all the way
loafing along
the broad Atlantic when we used to...