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Drinking with Rosie
(Richard Digance)

Since I was a nipper I had this 'ere wish:
To marry a girl who could drink like a fish.
I'd need no excuses for getting home late.
She'd be in an equally horrible state.
When I hit the beer, and my Rosie gin
She just held back her head and she shovelled it in.
And she would sing songs that a girl shouldn't sing
When Rosie went drinking with me.

(chorus) Everyone wanted to be drinking with Rosie
When Rosie went drinking with me.
She never had eyes for good looking guys
I was the apple in her old mince pies.
Everyone wanted to be drinking with Rosie
When Rosie went drinking with me.

Each Saturday night we'd have a good scrub
And go for a bit of do down the pub.
We'd have a few beers and a bit of a croon
And nobody cared if you sang out of tune.
Old Joe's piano was as old as could be
And the lady what played it was seventy-three.
She grabbed handfuls of notes in no particular key
When Rosie went drinking with me.

(chorus)

A fella once said she should drink from a trough
So in her certain ways she showed him where to get off.
After she clocked him we counted we counted to ten,
She helped him get up and she kneed him again.
That's one thing for Rosie – she does a good job.
Now he's wishing he'd never opened his gob.
She 'd take on the pub for a handful of bob
When Rosie went drinking with me.

(chorus twice, second time slow staggering rhuthm)