I've travelled all over this world.
And now to another I go.
But 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.
And I know that good quarters are waiting.
To welcome old Rosin the Beau.
When I'm dead and laid on the counter.
A voice will be heard from below.
Saying send down a hogshead of whiskey.
To drink with old Rosin the Beau.
To drink with old Rosin the Beau.
To drink with old Rosin the Beau.
Saying send down a hogshead of whiskey.
To drink with old Rosin the Beau.
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 Beau.
To the memory of Rosin the Beau.
To the memory of Rosin the Beau.
Let them drink out of half gallon bottles to
The memory of Rosin the Beau.
Then get me some bottles of porter.
Put one at my head and my toe.
With a diamond ring scratch upon them.
The name of old Rosin the Beau.
The name of old Rosin the Beau.
The name of old Rosin the Beau.
With a diamond ring scratch upon them.
The name of old Rosin the Beau.
Then take that half dozen stout fellows.
And let them all stagger and go.
Dig a great hole in the meadow.
And in it toss Rosin the Beau.
And in it toss Rosin the Beau.
And in it toss Rosin the Beau.
Dig a bloody great hole in the meadow.
And in it toss Rosin the Beau.
'Tis a gay round of pleasure I've traveled.
Nor will I leave behind a foe.
And when my companions are jovial.
They will drink to old Rosin the Beau.
They will drink to old Rosin the Beau.
They will drink to old Rosin the Beau.
And when my companions are jovial.
They will drink to old Rosin the Beau.
My life is now drawn to its closing.
As all will some day be so.
But we'll take a full bumper at parting to
The memory of Rosin the Beau.
To the memory of Rosin the Beau.
To the memory of Rosin the Beau.
And we'll drink a full bumper at parting to
The memory of Rosin the Beau
I've lived for the good of my nations.
And my sons they are all growing low.
And I hope for the next generation.
Will resemble old Rosin the Beau.
Will resemble old Rosin the Beau.
Will resemble old Rosin the Beau.
And I hope for the next generation.
Will resemble old Rosin the Beau.
I fear the old tyrant approaching.
That cruel and remorseless old foe.
But I'll lift up my glass high unto him.
Have a drink with old Rosin the Beau.
Have a drink with old Rosin the Beau.
Have a drink with old Rosin the Beau.
And I'll lift up my glass high unto him.
Have a drink with old Rosin the Beau.