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THE ROSE OF ROSCRAE
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Tom Russell
(Capo I)
Come all you (C) homesick fools and (F)drif(C)ters
The hour has (Am) come to sing the (G) truth
There's a time for (C) sober intro(F)spec(C)tion
And the time to (Am) cut (G) the wild dog's (C) loose
Now I got me a roaming disposition
A wandering eye and a raging thirst
It's driven me to the futherst reaches
To escape first love and all the hurt
Chorus:
Now I can (F) see a map of (Am) Ireland
In the drapes of (F) bitters in this empty (G) glass
And I can (C) feel (C/B) her breast a(Am)gainst me
The rose of (C) Roscrae, my Irish (G) lass
Now I can (F) feel her father's (Am) fist
As he knocks me (F) across that stable (G) floor
And I left my (C) blood (C/B) and tears be(Am)hind me
As I walked all (C) night from Ros(G)crae to Temple(C)more
We sailed away and we've gona have crazy
On the last frontiers of your western states
So hunted by hearts left behind us
Like the sweet young rose of old Roscrae
But there's nothin' for (it to last?) but to sing the old songs
Like Carrickfergus and Raglan Road
They lift your wild harps and fill the glases
Sing up those lips, we'll kiss no more
Chorus
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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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