ROSIN THE BOW

ROSIN THE BOW

Matt McGinn

I've travelled this wide world all over

And now to another I’ll go

Where I know pleasant quarters are waiting

To welcome old Rosin the Bow

To welcome old Rosin the Bow

To welcome old Rosin the Bow

Where I know pleasant 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

Crying out, ‘Whiskey and water

For a last drink to Rosin the Bow’

For a last drink to Rosin the Bow

A last drink to Rosin the Bow

Crying out, ‘Whiskey and water

For a last drink to Rosin the Bow’

Then get you a dozen stout fellows

And stand them all round 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

To the memory of Rosin the Bow

Let them drink out of half gallon bottles

To the memory of Rosin the Bow

Then get you a half dozen fellows

And let them all stagger and go

To dig a great hole in the meadow

And in it throw Rosin the Bow

And in it throw Rosin the Bow

And in it throw Rosin the Bow

Let them dig a great hole in the meadow

And in it throw Rosin the Bow

Then get you a couple of tombstones

Put one at me head and me toe

And do not then fail to scratch on them

The name of old Rosin the Bow

The name of old Rosin the Bow

The name of old Rosin the Bow

And do not then fail to scratch on them

The name of old Rosin the Bow

I feel that great tyrant approaching

That cruel and implacable foe

Who cares not for age nor condition

Nor even old Rosin the Bow

Nor even old Rosin the Bow

Nor even old Rosin the Bow

Who cares not for age nor condition

Nor even old Rosin the Bow