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