I know that good quarters are waiting
To welcome old Rosin the Beau.
Chorus.—To welcome old Rosin the Bow,
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,
Singing out, “Whiskey and water,
To drink to old Rosin the Bow.”