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)
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