Home Rule - The Rumjacks

She bore half a ton o' sons & had to bury all but one

Who’s locked away in prison for not takin' up his gun

Now all she has to comfort her from this day to her last

Are a box of old white feathers some lumps o' brass

Home rule!

(Keep 'em at home) rule

Put pressure where it bleeds

We’re rippin' out the roses with the weeds

She sings 'keep yer boys at home by fires warm & bright

Let the generals look stupid when there’s no one there to fight

Let 'em sort it out among 'emselves, or kill each other tryin'

So that better men than they are kept from dyin"

Home rule!

(Keep 'em at home) rule

Put pressure where it bleeds

We’re rippin' out the roses with the weeds

The walls are all bruised with the damp

The curtains are drawn all 'round

There’s great piles o' leaves, paint flakes from the eaves

Where they’ve hung like her poor worried brow

«Oh where did you go to my lovely?

This house is no longer a home

It’ll rot like a shell each day you’re in hell

Oh why’d you go leave me alone?"

Their pictures hang crooked, no glass in the frame

They’ve been stuck back together though they’re never the same

«Choked wi' pride

I’m buckled with shame!»

Home rule!

(Keep 'em at home) rule

Put pressure where it bleeds

We’re rippin' out the roses with the weeds

Home rule!

(Keep 'em at home) rule

Put pressure where it bleeds

We’re rippin' out the roses

We’re rippin' out the roses

We’re rippin' out the roses with the weeds