Rosin the Beau

From The Whip! and Old Navy Jones

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

To welcome old Rosin the Beau. (x2)
I know that good quarters are waiting
To welcome old Rosin the Beau.

When I'm dead and laid out on the counter
A voice you will hear from below,
Saying "Send down a hogshead of whisky
To drink with old Rosin the Beau.”

Then get a half-dozen stout fellows
And stack them all up in a row
Let them drink out of half-gallon bottles
To the memory of Rosin the Beau

Then get a 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 Beau.

Then get ye a couple of bottles;
Put one at me head and me toe.
With a diamond ring scratch upon 'em
The name of old Rosin the Beau.

I feel that old tyrant approaching,
That cruel and remorseless old foe,
And I lift up me glass in his honor,
Take a drink with old Rosin the Beau.