Oh, I can go out on the town. To all the grand hotels.
Going it large till midnight. With all the London swells.
But it ain’t any good at all.
I can’t help remembering.
Can’t help remembering.
The girl I kissed goodnight behind the wall.Oh, Rosie. Do you remember?
The promises we made only last September.
Why did I have to go away?
We said goodbye with a tear and a sigh.
And whispered all the pretty things that sweethearts say.
You promised you’d never forget me.
I promised I’d always be true.
Oh, Rosie. Dear Rosie.
There’s a rose in my heart for you.