A Fistful O' Roses

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', "Hooray! 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