Rosin the Beau Songtext
von The Poxy Boggards

I′ve travelled all over this world.
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, me lads!
To welcome old Rosin the Beau!
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 whiskey.
To drink with old Rosin the Beau."

To drink with old Rosin the Beau, me lads!
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 stack them all up in a row.
Let them drink out of half gallon bottles.
To the memory of old Rosin the Beau.

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

Then get the 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.

And in it put Rosin the Beau, me lads!
And in it put Rosin the Beau!
And dig a great hole in the meadow.
And in it put Rosin the Beau.

I fear the old tyrant approaching.
That cruel and remorseless old foe.
I lift up my glass in his honour.
Take a drink with old Rosin the Beau!


Take a drink with old Rosin the Beau, me lads!
Take a drink with old Rosin the Beau!
I lift up my glass in his honour.
Take a drink with old Rosin the Beau!

Take a drink with old Rosin the Beau, me lads!
Take a drink with old Rosin the Beau!
I lift up my glass in his honour.
Take a drink with old Rosin the Beau!