Rosin the Bow

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' the Bow To welcome old Rosin' the Bow, oh To welcome old Rosin' the Bow I know that good quarters are waiting To welcome old Rosin' the Bow When I'm dead and laid let out on the counter A voice you will hear from below Saying "send down a hog's head of whiskey To drink with old Rosin' the Bow" To drink with old Rosin' the Bow, oh To drink with old Rosin' the Bow Saying "send down a hog's head of whiskey To drink with old Rosin' the Bow" Then get a half-dozen stout fellas And stack them all up in a row Let 'em drink out of half-gallon bottles To the memory of Rosin' the Bow To the memory of Rosin' the Bow, oh To the memory of Rosin' the Bow Let 'em drink out of half-gallon bottles To the memory of Rosin' the Bow Then get this half-dozen stout fellas 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, oh 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, oh Take a drink with old Rosin' the Bow I lift up me glass in his honor Take a drink with old Rosin' the Bow