A Fistful O' Roses Lyrics - The Rumjacks

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', "Hoo-rah! 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 & 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 & toss out all the whores, 

Wi' a fistful o' half dead roses. 

May all the Autumn leaves turn to Twenties at yer feet, 

And the high & 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 & his praises, 

'Til they strike him off the roll & chuck him doon a hole, 

Wi' a fistful o' half dead roses.