I´ve traveled all over this world

And now to another I go

And I know that good quarters are waiting

For 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 for

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"



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 this 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 them

The name of old Rosin the Beau



I´ve only this one consolation

As out of this world I go

I know that the next generation

Will resemble old Rosin the Beau



I fear that old tyrant approaching

That cruel remorseless old foe

And I lift up me glass in his honor

Take a drink with old Rosin the Beau