ROSY ANNA
by
Matt McGinn
Rosy Anna
Rosy Anna
All day long I’m pining
For my 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 my rosy Anna
Rosy Anna
All day long I’m pining
For my rosy Anna
Let the farmer have his harvest
And the barfly have her pub
Let the gambler have his flutter
And the glutton have his grub
Give me my rosy Anna
Rosy Anna
All day long I’m pining
For my rosy Anna
The sheik can have his harem
Of a hundred, two or three
Give me my rosy Anna
She’s the only one for me
And she’s my rosy Anna
Rosy Anna
All day long I’m pining
For my rosy Anna
You can search the whole world over
From Boston to Bengal
But you’ll have to come to Ru’glen
For the fairest o them all
And she’s my rosy Anna
Rosy Anna
All day long I’m pining
For my rosy Anna