The Rose Of England Lyrics
| Song | The Rose Of England |
| Artist | Nick Lowe |
| Album | Quiet Please... The New Best Of Nick Lowe |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Lowe | |
| 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 fire by day and a freeze 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 |
| zuo ci : Lowe | |
| Taking nothing but his daddy' s old bonegrip knife | |
| He traded but a little for the wayward life | |
| A faint heart never won fair hand | |
| So says the Rose of England | |
| From ahigh 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 fire by day and a freeze 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 |
| zuò cí : Lowe | |
| Taking nothing but his daddy' s old bonegrip knife | |
| He traded but a little for the wayward life | |
| A faint heart never won fair hand | |
| So says the Rose of England | |
| From ahigh 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 fire by day and a freeze 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 |
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