Nick Lowe - The Rose of England lyrics

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