Old Rosin the Beau

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