There’s a young lady called Rosie;
She is my West Country girl.
I promised her that no matter
Where I should go in the world,
I’d send a postcard to her…
I’ll send a postcard from Paris,
Paraguay, Prague and Peru —
I’d even send one from Liverpool
If Rosie wanted me to…
If Baghdad or Beirut won’t do…
Most of the time I remember,
But once in a while I forget.
If you see fit to forgive me,
I’ll always be in your debt…
And I’ll make you proud of me yet…
