Rosin The Beau Songtext

Rosin The BeauI´ve traveled all over this worldAnd now to another I goAnd I know that good quarters are waitingFor to welcome old Rosin the BeauTo welcome old Rosin the BeauTo welcome old Rosin the BeauAnd I know that good quarters are waiting forTo welcome old Rosin the BeauWhen I´m dead and laid out on the counterA voice you will hear from belowSaying "Send down a hogshead of whiskeyTo drink with old Rosin the Beau"Then get a half dozen stout fellowsAnd stack them all up in a rowLet them drink out of half gallon bottlesTo the memory of Rosin the BeauThen get this half dozen stout fellowsAnd let them all stagger and goAnd dig a great hole in the meadowAnd in it put Rosin the BeauThen get ye a couple of bottlesPut one at me head and me toeWith a diamond ring scratch upon themThe name of old Rosin the BeauI´ve only this one consolationAs out of this world I goI know that the next generationWill resemble old Rosin the BeauI fear that old tyrant approachingThat cruel remorseless old foeAnd I lift up me glass in his honorTake a drink with old Rosin the Beau