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100% correct Lyrics!
Come all ye homesick fools and drifters
The hour has come to sing the truth
There's a time for sober introspection
A time to cut the wild dog loose
Now I've got roaming disposition
A wandering eye and a raging thirst
It's driven me to the furthest reaches
To escape first love and all the hurt
Now I can see a map of Ireland
In the dregs of bitters in this empty glass
And I can feel her breast against me
The rose of Roscrae, my Irish lass
Now I can feel her father's fist
As he knocked me across that stable floor
And I left my blood and tears behind me
As I walked all night from Roscrae to Templemore
We sailed away and we’ve gone half-crazy
On the last frontier of your western states
So haunted by hearts left behind us
Like the sweet young rose of old Roscrae
There's nothing for it, lads, but to sing the old songs
Like Carrickfergus and Raglan Road
Then lift your wild harps and fill the glasses
Sing of those lips, we'll kiss no more
Now I can see a map of Ireland
In the dregs of bitters in this empty glass
And I can feel her breast against me
The rose of Roscrae, wild Irish lass
Now I can feel her father's fist
As he knocked me across that stable floor
And I left my blood and tears behind me
As I walked all night from Roscrae to Templemore
I walked all night from Roscrae to Templemore
-txfolkguy | 6/2/2018 |
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on 9/6/15 
