Taking nothing but his daddy`s old bone-grip knife He traded but a little for the wayward life Faint heart never won fair hand So says the Rose of England So says the Rose of England From high on a hill came the clarion call To win young men, come one, come all Make muster `gainst the foreign hand That`s raised to the Rose of England Raised to the Rose of England For her feckless boys she did weep and wail Crying, Lord have mercy where did I fail? Out of my belly and the pick up a gun And fall for the Rose of England Fall for the Rose of England God knows it`s cold outside It`s a fire by day and a freeze at 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, he`s 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 Far from the Rose of England