Rosin the Bow Songtext
von Marc Gunn

I′ve traveled this wide world all over, and into the next one I go.
I know that good quarters are waiting to welcome old Rosin the Bow.
To welcome old Rosin the Bow, me lads, 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 out on the
counter, a voice you will hear from below.
Saying, "Send down a hogshead of
whiskey to drink with old Rosin the Bow."
To drink with old Rosin the Bow,
me lads, to drink with old Rosin the Bow.
Saying, "Send down a hogshead of
whiskey to drink with old Rosin the Bow."


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 old Rosin the Bow.
To the memory of old Rosin the Bow,
me lads, to the memory of old Rosin the Bow.
Let them drink out of half gallon
bottles to the memory of old Rosin the Bow.

Then get ye a couple of bottles, place one at my head and my toe.
With a diamond ring scratch upon them, the name of old Rosin the Bow.
The name of old Rosin the Bow, me lads, the name of old Rosin the Bow.
With a diamond ring scratch upon them, the name of old Rosin the Bow.

Then get the same dozen stout fellows, and stack them all up in a row.
Let them dig a great hole in the meadow and in it throw Rosin the Bow.
And in it throw Rosin the Bow, me lads, and in it throw Rosin the Bow.
Let them dig a great hole in the meadow and in it throw Rosin the Bow.

I feel the grim reaper approaching,
that cruel and remorseless old foe.
I lift up my glass in his honor, take a drink with old Rosin the Bow.
Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow,
me lads, take a drink with old Rosin the Bow.
I lift up my glass in his honor, take a drink with old Rosin the Bow.