Rosie Again by KingBrilliant


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Rosie Again by KingBrilliant
(The tune should be sort of swingy & waltzy -- or whatever fits)

KingBrilliant's Comments: This song took its starting point from an old whore who used to frequent one of the town pubs about twenty years ago. It was making me think about what it might be like to be an old tart who's looks had gone. She comes out as a bit of a game old bird in the song anyway. The chorus was written a while ago & has a bit of pathos whereas the verses are a bit of a laugh with the joke on the sailor boy. It's a mismatch, but that's just the way it came out (so I'll call it contrast) & hopefully it works OK.

She’s a blowsy old whore from the Old Boar’s Head
She’s used up and dried up and tired she said
But still she sits with her pint
Hoping one night
In a generous light
Some young man will sit by her side
And it’ll be Rosie again, Rosie again,
Rosie again, once more

A tipsy young sailor fresh in from the boat
With money to burn and a thirst in his throat
Was too whiskey’d to see and too horny to care
What a wreck he would raise if he sat in that chair
He jumped in with a will for to sink or to swim
She favoured the boy with a lecherous grin
Old Rosie was raising the rigging with him

She’s a blowsy old whore from the Old Boar’s Head
She’s used up and dried up and tired she said
But still she sits with her pint
Hoping one night
In a generous light
Some man young will sit by her side
And it’ll be Rosie again, Rosie again,
Rosie again, once more

Now the wind it blew cool and the wind it blew warm
Rose and her sailor boy kicked up a storm
Dancing her round with lust in his heart
The sailor boy courted the filthy the old tart
They sailed off away for to finish the game
We all watched them go & we heard when he came
Old Rosie was raising the rigging again

She’s a blowsy old whore from the Old Boar’s Head
She’s used up and dried up and tired she said
But still she sits with her pint
Hoping one night
In a generous light
Some young man will sit by her side
And it’ll be Rosie again, Rosie again,
Rosie again, once more.

© Kristin King (2001)