Rosie Again by KingBrilliant
(The tune should be sort of swingy & waltzy -- or whatever fits)

KingBrilliant's Comments: This song took its starting point from an old whore who used to frequent one of the town pubs about twenty years ago. It was making me think about what it might be like to be an old tart who's looks had gone. She comes out as a bit of a game old bird in the song anyway. The chorus was written a while ago & has a bit of pathos whereas the verses are a bit of a laugh with the joke on the sailor boy. It's a mismatch, but that's just the way it came out (so I'll call it contrast) & hopefully it works OK.  

She's a blowsy old whore from the Old Boar's Head 
She's used up and dried up and tired she said
But still she sits with her pint
Hoping one night 
In a generous light 
Some young man will sit by her side 
And it'll be Rosie again, Rosie again, 
Rosie again, once more 

A tipsy young sailor fresh in from the boat 
With money to burn and a thirst in his throat 
Was too whiskey'd to see and too horny to care 
What a wreck he would raise if he sat in that chair 
He jumped in with a will for to sink or to swim 
She favoured the boy with a lecherous grin 
Old Rosie was raising the rigging with him 

She's a blowsy old whore from the Old Boar's Head 
She's used up and dried up and tired she said 
But still she sits with her pint 
Hoping one night 
In a generous light 
Some man young will sit by her side 
And it'll be Rosie again, Rosie again, 
Rosie again, once more 

Now the wind it blew cool and the wind it blew warm 
Rose and her sailor boy kicked up a storm 
Dancing her round with lust in his heart 
The sailor boy courted the filthy the old tart 
They sailed off away for to finish the game 
We all watched them go & we heard when he came 
Old Rosie was raising the rigging again 

She's a blowsy old whore from the Old Boar's Head 
She's used up and dried up and tired she said 
But still she sits with her pint 
Hoping one night 
In a generous light 
Some young man will sit by her side 
And it'll be Rosie again, Rosie again, 
Rosie again, once more.

© Kristin King (2001)