Old Rosin the Beau

I've this world traveled all over

And now to another I go

I know that good quarters are waiting for to

Welcome old Rosin the Bow

For to welcome old Rosin the Bow, Boys!

For to welcome of Rosin the Bow

And I know that good quarters are waiting to

For to welcome old Rosin the Bow

When I'm dead and laid out on the counter

A voice will be heard from below

Saying send down a hog's head of whiskey for to

Drink with old Rosin the Bow

To drink with old Rosin the Bow, boys!

To drink with old Rosin the Bow

Saying send down a hog's head of whiskey for to

Drink with old Rosin the Bow

Get me a half-dozen stout fellows

And line them all up in a row

Let them drink out of half-gallon bottles to

The memory of Rosin the Bow

To the memory of Rosin the Bow, boys!

To the memory of Rosin the Bow

Let them drink out of half-gallon bottles to

The memory of Rosin the Bow

I fear that old tyrant approaching

That cruel, remorseless old foe

I'll lift up me glass in his honor

Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow

Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow, boys!

Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow

I'll lift up me glass in his honor

Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow

Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow, boys!

Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow

I'll lift up me glass in his honor

Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow