Rosin the Bow - Tommy Makem, The Clancy Brothers

I’ve traveled all over this world

And now to another I go

And I know that good quarters are waiting

To welcome old Rosin' the Bow

To welcome old Rosin' the Bow, oh

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 let out on the counter

A voice you will hear from below

Saying «send down a hog’s head of whiskey

To drink with old Rosin' the Bow»

To drink with old Rosin' the Bow, oh

To drink with old Rosin' the Bow

Saying «send down a hog’s head of whiskey

To drink with old Rosin' the Bow»

Then get a half-dozen stout fllas

And stack them all up in a row

Let 'em drink out of half-gallon bottls

To the memory of Rosin' the Bow

To the memory of Rosin' the Bow, oh

To the memory of Rosin' the Bow

Let 'em drink out of half-gallon bottles

To the memory of Rosin' the Bow

Then get this half-dozen stout fellas

And let them all stagger and go

And dig a great hole in the meadow

And in it put Rosin' the Bow

And in it put Rosin' the Bow, oh

And in it put Rosin' the Bow

And dig a great hole in the meadow

And in it put Rosin' the Bow

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 Bow

Take a drink with old Rosin' the Bow, oh

Take a drink with old Rosin' the Bow

I lift up me glass in his honor

Take a drink with old Rosin' the Bow