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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