Rosin the Bow

Anon


I've travelled all over this world
And now to another I go
And I know that good quarters are waiting
To welcome old Rosin the Bow

To welcome old Rosin the Bow
To welcome old Rosin the Bow
And I know that good quarters are waiting
To welcome old Rosin the Bow

When I'm dead and laid out on the counter
A voice you will hear from below
Saying send down a hogshead of whiskey
To drink with old Rosin the Bow

Then get a half dozen stout fellas
And stack them all up in a row
Let them drink outta half-gallon bottles
To the memory of Rosin the Bow

Then get this half dozen stout fellas
And let them all stagger and go
And dig a great hole in the meadow
And in it put Rosin the Bow

Then get ye a couple of bottles
Put one at me head and me toe
With a diamond ring scratch upon it
The name of old Rosin the Bow

I hear that old tyrant approaching
That cruel remorseless old foe
And I lift up me glass in his honour
Take a drink with old the Rosin the Bow

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