BLOODY BONEYS NOSE

I've got to go my Rosie
I'm going to war pretty Rose,
King George has sent for me
To bloody old Boneys nose.

And where the flag flies my love
The English soldier goes,
Where the shilling can be spent
We'll bloody Boneys nose.

Walk the meadows so steep
Rosie please tend my sheep,
King George wants my labour
Across the ocean so blue and deep.

Because where the union flag flutters
And the boots harden my toes,
The English army marches hard
To bloody old Boneys nose.

Save me my seat at the inn Rosie
Pour me that draught of finest ale,
I'll be home soon to bed my wench
And caulk or yarn old Boneys tale.

I stormed the breach at Badajoz
With the Frogs we had a quarrel,
The forlorn hope bloodied Boneys nose
And for that I won my laurels.

So this Englishman is coming home
To my Rosie my sweetheart and love,
We haven't won the war yet Rosie
But, we've given Boney a hell of a shove.

I've got to go my Rosie
I'm going to war pretty Rose,
King George has sent for me
To bloody old Boneys nose.

Phil Hall  October 2013