Roisin the Bow
© 2007 by Paul Espinoza,
Forest Moon Music, BMI, all rights reserved

I've traveled all over this world, and now to another I go,
And I know that good quarters are waiting, to welcome old Rosin.
To welcome old Rosin the Bow, to welcome old Rosin the Bow,
And I know that good quarters are waiting, to welcome old Rosin .

When I'm dead & laid out on the counter, a voice you will hear from below,
Saying "Send down a hogshead of whiskey, to drink with old Rosin."
To drink with old Rosin the Bow, to drink with old Rosin the Bow",
Saying "Send down a hogshead of whiskey, to drink with old Rosin ."

 Then get 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, to the memory of Rosin the Bow,
Let them drink out of half gallon bottles, to the memory of Rosin.

Then get this half dozen stout fellows, and let them all stagger and go,
And dig a great hole in the meadow, and in it put Rosin the Bow.
And in it put Rosin the Bow, and in it put Rosin the Bow,
And dig a great hole in the meadow, and in it put Rosin the Bow.

I fear that old tyrant approaching, that cruel remorseless old foe,
And I lift up me glass in his honor, take a drink with old Rosin the Bow.
Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow, take a drink with old Rosin,
And I lift up me glass in his honor, take a drink with old Rosin the Bow.

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