Old Rosin the Bow.I have travel’d this wide world over,And now to another I’ll go.I know that good quarters are waitingTo welcome old Rosin the Beau.Chorus.—To welcome old Rosin the Bow,To welcome old Rosin the Bow,I know that good quarters are waitingTo welcome old Rosin the Bow.When I’m dead and laid out on the counter,A voice you will hear from below,Singing out, “Whiskey and water,To drink to old Rosin the Bow.”To drink, &c.And when I am dead, I reckon,The ladies will all want to, I know,Just lift off the lid of the coffin,And look at old Rosin the Bow.And look, &c.You must get some dozen good fellows,And stand them all round in a row,And drink out of half-gallon bottles,To the name of old Rosin the Bow.To the name, &c.Get four or five jovial young fellows,And let them all staggering go,And dig a deep hole in the meadow,And in it toss Rosin the Bow.And in it, &c.Then get you a couple of tombstones,Place one at my head and my toe,And do not fail to scratch on itThe name of old Rosin the Bow.The name, &c.I feel the grim tyrant approaching,That cruel implacable foe,Who spares neither age nor condition,Nor even old Rosin the Beau.Nor even, &c.
Old Rosin the Bow.I have travel’d this wide world over,And now to another I’ll go.I know that good quarters are waitingTo welcome old Rosin the Beau.Chorus.—To welcome old Rosin the Bow,To welcome old Rosin the Bow,I know that good quarters are waitingTo welcome old Rosin the Bow.When I’m dead and laid out on the counter,A voice you will hear from below,Singing out, “Whiskey and water,To drink to old Rosin the Bow.”To drink, &c.And when I am dead, I reckon,The ladies will all want to, I know,Just lift off the lid of the coffin,And look at old Rosin the Bow.And look, &c.You must get some dozen good fellows,And stand them all round in a row,And drink out of half-gallon bottles,To the name of old Rosin the Bow.To the name, &c.Get four or five jovial young fellows,And let them all staggering go,And dig a deep hole in the meadow,And in it toss Rosin the Bow.And in it, &c.Then get you a couple of tombstones,Place one at my head and my toe,And do not fail to scratch on itThe name of old Rosin the Bow.The name, &c.I feel the grim tyrant approaching,That cruel implacable foe,Who spares neither age nor condition,Nor even old Rosin the Beau.Nor even, &c.
Old Rosin the Bow.I have travel’d this wide world over,And now to another I’ll go.I know that good quarters are waitingTo welcome old Rosin the Beau.Chorus.—To welcome old Rosin the Bow,To welcome old Rosin the Bow,I know that good quarters are waitingTo welcome old Rosin the Bow.When I’m dead and laid out on the counter,A voice you will hear from below,Singing out, “Whiskey and water,To drink to old Rosin the Bow.”To drink, &c.And when I am dead, I reckon,The ladies will all want to, I know,Just lift off the lid of the coffin,And look at old Rosin the Bow.And look, &c.You must get some dozen good fellows,And stand them all round in a row,And drink out of half-gallon bottles,To the name of old Rosin the Bow.To the name, &c.Get four or five jovial young fellows,And let them all staggering go,And dig a deep hole in the meadow,And in it toss Rosin the Bow.And in it, &c.Then get you a couple of tombstones,Place one at my head and my toe,And do not fail to scratch on itThe name of old Rosin the Bow.The name, &c.I feel the grim tyrant approaching,That cruel implacable foe,Who spares neither age nor condition,Nor even old Rosin the Beau.Nor even, &c.
I have travel’d this wide world over,And now to another I’ll go.I know that good quarters are waitingTo welcome old Rosin the Beau.
I have travel’d this wide world over,
And now to another I’ll go.
I know that good quarters are waiting
To welcome old Rosin the Beau.
Chorus.—To welcome old Rosin the Bow,To welcome old Rosin the Bow,I know that good quarters are waitingTo welcome old Rosin the Bow.
Chorus.—To welcome old Rosin the Bow,
To welcome old Rosin the Bow,
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,Singing out, “Whiskey and water,To drink to old Rosin the Bow.”To drink, &c.
When I’m dead and laid out on the counter,
A voice you will hear from below,
Singing out, “Whiskey and water,
To drink to old Rosin the Bow.”
To drink, &c.
And when I am dead, I reckon,The ladies will all want to, I know,Just lift off the lid of the coffin,And look at old Rosin the Bow.And look, &c.
And when I am dead, I reckon,
The ladies will all want to, I know,
Just lift off the lid of the coffin,
And look at old Rosin the Bow.
And look, &c.
You must get some dozen good fellows,And stand them all round in a row,And drink out of half-gallon bottles,To the name of old Rosin the Bow.To the name, &c.
You must get some dozen good fellows,
And stand them all round in a row,
And drink out of half-gallon bottles,
To the name of old Rosin the Bow.
To the name, &c.
Get four or five jovial young fellows,And let them all staggering go,And dig a deep hole in the meadow,And in it toss Rosin the Bow.And in it, &c.
Get four or five jovial young fellows,
And let them all staggering go,
And dig a deep hole in the meadow,
And in it toss Rosin the Bow.
And in it, &c.
Then get you a couple of tombstones,Place one at my head and my toe,And do not fail to scratch on itThe name of old Rosin the Bow.The name, &c.
Then get you a couple of tombstones,
Place one at my head and my toe,
And do not fail to scratch on it
The name of old Rosin the Bow.
The name, &c.
I feel the grim tyrant approaching,That cruel implacable foe,Who spares neither age nor condition,Nor even old Rosin the Beau.Nor even, &c.
I feel the grim tyrant approaching,
That cruel implacable foe,
Who spares neither age nor condition,
Nor even old Rosin the Beau.
Nor even, &c.