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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