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Rosin The Bow Irish song lyrics and chords, a traditional song from around 1930s, recorded by The Clancys, also by Pete Seeger. The youtube video is of Pete Seeger.
 

[D]I've travelled this wide world over,
And now to[Bm] another I'll[Em] go,
For[A7] I[D] know what good quarters are waiting
[G]To[D] welcome old [A]'Rosin the[D] Bow.'
To[D] welcome old 'Rosin the[G] Bow,'
To[D] welcome old[Bm] 'Rosin the[Em] Bow,'
[A7]For I[D] know that good quarters are waiting
[G]To[D] welcome old[A7] 'Rosin the[D] Bow.'
 
When I'm dead and laid out on the counter,
A voice you will hear from below,
Crying out, 'Whiskey and water
To drink to old "Rosin the Bow."
To drink...
 
And when I am dead, I reckon
The ladies will want to, I know,
Just lift off the lid of the coffin
And look at old 'Rosin the Bow.'
And look...
 
Then get a full dozen stout 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 of old Rosin The Bow
 
Then get half a dozen young fellows,
And let them all staggering go,
And dig a great hole in the meadow,
And in it toss 'Rosin the Bow.'
And in it...
 
Then get you a couple of tombstones,
Put one at my head and my toe,
And do not fail to scratch on it
The name of old 'Rosin the Bow.'
The name ...
 
I feel that great tyrant approaching,
That cruel implacable foe
That spares neither age nor condition,
Not even old 'Rosin the Bow.'
Not even

The Dubliners version of Rosin The Bow preformed by Jim McCann

Irish song-Rosin The Bow.

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