| 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 fellas | 
| And stack them all up in a row | 
| Let 'em drink out of half-gallon bottles | 
| 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 |