"Old Rosin The Beau" Lyrics

I've traveled this wide world over
And now to another I'll 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.

When 1'm dead and laid out on the counter
A voice you'll hear from below
Singing out, "Whiskey and water,
To drink to Old Rosin the Beau,
To drink to Old Rosin the Beau,
To drink to Old Rosin the Beau."

And when I am dead I reckon
The ladies -will -want to, I know,
Just lift off the lid of my coffin
And look at Old Rosin the Beau,
And look at Old Rosin the Beau,
And look at Old Rosin the Beau.

You must get a dozen good fellows
And stand them all 'round in a row,
And drink out of half gallon bottles
To the name of Old Rosin the Beau,
To the name of Old Rosin the Beau,
To the name of Old Rosin the Beau.

Get four or five jovial good fellows
And let them all staggering go,
And dig a deep hole in the meadow
And toss in it Rosin the Beau,
And toss in it Rosin the Beau,
And toss in it Rosin the Beau.

And get you a couple of tombstones,
Place one at my head and my toe,
And do not fail to scratch on it
The name of Old Rosin the Beau,
The name of Old Rosin the Beau,
The name of Old Rosin the Beau.

I feel the grim tyrant approaching,
That cruel, implacable foe
Who spares neither age nor condition,
Nor even Old Rosin the Beau,
Nor even Old Rosin the Beau,
Nor even Old Rosin the Beau.