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Rosin the Bow |
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They'll come to the doors and the windows And sigh for Old Rosin the Bow.
Then get some fine, jovial fellows, And let them all staggering go; Then dig a deep hole in the meadow And in it toss Rosin the Bow.
Then get a couple of dornicks, Place one at my head and my toe, And do not forget to scratch on them, " Here lies Old Rosin the Bow."
Then let those same jovial fellows Surround my lone grave in a row, While they drink from my favorite bottle The health of Old Rosin the Bow. |
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