Rosy Anna

 

 

 

 

 

 

Let the drunkard have his whisky,
The fiend can have his dope,
Let the miser have his money
And the hangman have his rope
Give me Rosy Anna, Rosy Anna,
All day long I'm pining for my Rosy Anna.

Let the farmer have his harvest
And the bar-fly have a pub,
Let the gambler have his flutter
And the glutton have his grub

The sheikh can have his harem
Of a hundred, two or three,
Give me my Rosy Anna
She's the only one for me

You can search the whole world over,
From Boston to Bengal,
But you'll have to come to Ru'glen
For the fairest of them all