Rosin the Beau

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

To welcome old Rosin the Bow,
To welcome of 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,
Crying out for some Whiskey and water
Take a drink to old "Rosin the Bow

Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow,
Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow.
rying out for some Whiskey and water
Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow.

And when I`m dead I reckon  
the ladies will want to I know
Just lift off the lid of the coffin
And look at old Rosin the Bow

And look at old Rosin the Bow
And look at old Rosin the Bow
Just lift off the lid of the coffin
And look at old Rosin the Bow

Then get a full dozen stout fellows,
And stand them all up in a row.
And drink out of half-gallon bottles 
To the memory of Rosin the Bow.

To the memory of Rosin the Bow,
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 great tyrant approaching,
That cruel, implaceable foe ,
That spares neither age nor condition
not even old Rsin the Bow

Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow,
Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow.
rying out for some Whiskey and water
Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow.