Rose Of Erin Lyrics

Now way down in a woken town,
Where the boys you might find
Some happy and some sad
But some drunk all around

Let the breeze a'blowin' on 'em come home
The door is shaken in the wind
Now that's when the boys will sing
To the rose of Erin

Well she waited for the new railroad
Rolling light to get in town
You could see she was ready for the show
As she came waltzing down

Who's that singing in the alley?
I, stepping all across the floor
She became a new sensation,
And everybody screamed for more

With teardrops on bone,
She drinks from the mountain spring
They say it was the nightingale
That gave her the voice to sing

Ladadada, lalalalala la
Ladadada, lalalala la

Now, she's burned all the flowers at her door
Sent by gangsters and candidates
How many thought she was living with the lord
Kept her picture like a saint

Till one winter night in Chicago,
(In a) cheap Cayman saloon
She blew a model hole in a lover
And blasted away from the room
The poor handle revolver was found lying in the snow
And she left one daughter in a bag of Cali gold

She must have lost herself in New Orleans
And cleared the light of Japanese
Oh, the world is teeming down in old Hong Kong
And the drifters leap across the China Sea

Let the breeze upon 'em come home
The door a'shaken in the wind
Now that's when the boys will sing
To the rose of Erin

When it's late at night (the rose of Erin)
When it's really late at night (Rose of Erin)