The Rumjacks - A Fistful O' Roses lyrics
[The Rumjacks - A Fistful O' Roses lyrics]
Oh, I’ve loved you from afar
I’ve borne you like a scar
Sung your name across the bloody Colfiorito
But a poison took your heart
You charmless little tart
Now you’ve nary a jot o’
Bother at all for me-o
This old town has gone to bit's
All the folk are off their tit's
Screamin’, "Hoo rah! Hurry
The fuck t’blazes!"
A right parade o’ fools come to
Stomp all o’er yer jewels
Like a fistful o’ half dead roses
And we’re here again, ho again
Let the whisky flow again
Let the taps blow again, sound away the knell
Like a fistful o’ roses
We’ll take ‘em to the grave
Every last tale there is to tell
Oh, this boozer is a wreck
All up & down the deck
Like a tired old sinner off her game
Wi’ her blood red lips
And her youth about her hips
Still the regulars all love her just the same
Where the mud-spat boots cut their
Way among the suit's
And the Sally’s come to rattle
The can for Jesus
‘Til they chain up all the doors
& toss out all the whores
Wi’ a fistful o’ half dead roses
And we’re here again, ho again
Let the whisky flow again
Let the taps blow again, sound away the knell
Like a fistful o’ roses
We’ll take ‘em to the grave
Every last tale there is to tell
May all the Autumn leaves turn
To Twenties at yer feet
And the high and mighty come
To know your thunder
We could set the world ablaze
But these are early days
And there’s still a hell of a
Road for us tae wander
And there’s one here among
Us’ll outlive the rest
Take a tipple to his foibles & his praises
‘Til they strike him off the roll
& chuck him doon a hole
Wi’ a fistful o’ half dead roses
And we’re here again, ho again
Let the whisky flow again
Let the taps blow again, sound away the knell
Like a fistful o’ roses
We’ll take ‘em to the grave
Every last tale there is to tell
I’ve borne you like a scar
Sung your name across the bloody Colfiorito
But a poison took your heart
You charmless little tart
Now you’ve nary a jot o’
Bother at all for me-o
This old town has gone to bit's
All the folk are off their tit's
Screamin’, "Hoo rah! Hurry
The fuck t’blazes!"
A right parade o’ fools come to
Stomp all o’er yer jewels
Like a fistful o’ half dead roses
And we’re here again, ho again
Let the whisky flow again
Let the taps blow again, sound away the knell
Like a fistful o’ roses
We’ll take ‘em to the grave
Every last tale there is to tell
Oh, this boozer is a wreck
All up & down the deck
Like a tired old sinner off her game
Wi’ her blood red lips
And her youth about her hips
Still the regulars all love her just the same
Where the mud-spat boots cut their
Way among the suit's
And the Sally’s come to rattle
The can for Jesus
‘Til they chain up all the doors
& toss out all the whores
Wi’ a fistful o’ half dead roses
And we’re here again, ho again
Let the whisky flow again
Let the taps blow again, sound away the knell
Like a fistful o’ roses
We’ll take ‘em to the grave
Every last tale there is to tell
May all the Autumn leaves turn
To Twenties at yer feet
And the high and mighty come
To know your thunder
We could set the world ablaze
But these are early days
And there’s still a hell of a
Road for us tae wander
And there’s one here among
Us’ll outlive the rest
Take a tipple to his foibles & his praises
‘Til they strike him off the roll
& chuck him doon a hole
Wi’ a fistful o’ half dead roses
And we’re here again, ho again
Let the whisky flow again
Let the taps blow again, sound away the knell
Like a fistful o’ roses
We’ll take ‘em to the grave
Every last tale there is to tell