A Fistful O' Roses - The Rumjacks

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 bits, all the folk are off their tits

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 and 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 suits

And the Sally’s come to rattle the can for Jesus

'Til they chain up all the doors and 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 and his praises

'Til they strike him off the roll and 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

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