[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
