Rosin The Beau

I’ve travelled all over this world.
And now to another I go.
I know that good quarters are waiting.
To welcome old Rosin the Beau.
To welcome old Rosin the Beau.
To welcome old Rosin the Beau.
I know that good quarters are waiting.
To welcome old Rosin the Beau.
When I’m dead and laid out on the counter.
A voice will be heard from below.
Saying, «Send down a hogshead of whiskey.
To drink with old Rosin the Beau.»
To drink with old Rosin the Beau.
To drink with old Rosin the Beau.
Saying, «Send down a hogshead of whiskey.
To drink with old Rosin the Beau.»
Then get 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 Beau.
To the memory of Rosin the Beau.
To the memory of Rosin the Beau.
Let them drink out of half gallon bottles to
the memory of Rosin the Beau.
Then get me some bottles of porter.
Put one at my head and my toe.
With a diamond ring scratch upon them.
The name of old Rosin the Beau.
The name of old Rosin the Beau.
The name of old Rosin the Beau.
With a diamond ring scratch upon them.
The name of old Rosin the Beau.
Then take them half-dozen stout fellows.
And let them all stagger and go.
Dig a bloody great hole in the meadow.
And in it toss Rosin the Beau.
And in it toss Rosin the Beau.
And in it toss Rosin the Beau.
Dig a bloody great hole in the meadow.
And in it toss Rosin the Beau.
'Tis a gay round of pleasure I’ve travelled.
Nor will I leave behind a foe.
And when my companions are jovial.
They’ll drink to old Rosin the Beau.
They’ll drink to old Rosin the Beau.
They’ll drink to old Rosin the Beau.
And when my companions are jovial.
They’ll drink to old Rosin the Beau.