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THE ROSE OF YORK (Lesley Hale and Ken Thomson) My name it is McBrennan, I am a Yorkshire man I earn my living by my pen, tell a stirring tale I can; But the one I tell you now, boys, was writ by foolish men And petals fell from the Rose of York, never to bloom again. Come all you young unmarried men, the boys of the bulldog breed, We're looking for the strong and brave, that's what Britannia needs. We'll fight the Huns in France and drownd them in the Seine, And petals fell from the Rose of York, never to bloom again. We first sailed out for Egypt, the heat was hard to bear We were waiting for the call to France, where the Bosche were fighting there And we talked of what we'd do boys, brother son and friend And petals fell from the Rose of York, never to bloom again. At last we heard the push was on, we sailed across the Med We little thought in two weeks time we'd most of us be dead, And the girls at home would would weep with a grief that's hard to mend And petals fell from the Rose of York, never to bloom again. With shouts of joy we led the charge towards the German wire The handsome Mason was first to fall as the guns they opened fire, His face no longer handsome, on the barbs he met his end And petals fell from the Rose of York, never to bloom again. We had a Sargeant Major, bold by nature and by name But German guns don't pick and choose, and Bold die just the same, And the other gallants followed the coin of life to spend And petals fell from the Rose of York, never to bloom again. Well, we didn't want to lose you, but we thought you ought to go Your king and country needed you, Lord Kitchener told us so But the tale I've told you now, boys, was writ by foolish men And petals fell from the Rose of York, never to bloom again. From the singing of Bill Price @war @peace @English filename[ ROSEYORK RG |
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