oh ive loved you from afar ive borne you like a scar sung your name across the bloody colfiorito but a poison took your heart you charmless little tart now youve 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 tblazes a right parade o fools come to stomp all oer yer jewels like a fistful o half dead roses and were here again ho again let the whisky flow again let the taps blow again sound away the knell like a fistful o roses well 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 suits and the sallys 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 were here again ho again let the whisky flow again let the taps blow again sound away the knell like a fistful o roses well 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 theres still a hell of a road for us tae wander and theres one here among usll 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 were here again ho again let the whisky flow again let the taps blow again sound away the knell like a fistful o roses well take em to the grave every last tale there is to tell2