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 high on a hill came the clarion call to gain young men come one come all make muster gainst the foreign hand that s raised to the rose of england for her feckless boys she did weep and wail saying lord have mercy where did i fail out of my belly the 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 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 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