| I’ve traveled all over this world
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| And now to another I go
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| And I know that good quarters are waiting
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| To welcome old Rosin' the Bow
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| To welcome old Rosin' the Bow, oh
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| To welcome old Rosin' the Bow
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| I know that good quarters are waiting
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| To welcome old Rosin' the Bow
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| When I’m dead and laid let out on the counter
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| A voice you will hear from below
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| Saying «send down a hog’s head of whiskey
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| To drink with old Rosin' the Bow»
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| To drink with old Rosin' the Bow, oh
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| To drink with old Rosin' the Bow
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| Saying «send down a hog’s head of whiskey
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| To drink with old Rosin' the Bow»
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| Then get a half-dozen stout fellas
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| And stack them all up in a row
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| Let 'em drink out of half-gallon bottles
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| To the memory of Rosin' the Bow
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| To the memory of Rosin' the Bow, oh
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| To the memory of Rosin' the Bow
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| Let 'em drink out of half-gallon bottles
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| To the memory of Rosin' the Bow
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| Then get this half-dozen stout fellas
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| And let them all stagger and go
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| And dig a great hole in the meadow
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| And in it put Rosin' the Bow
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| And in it put Rosin' the Bow, oh
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| And in it put Rosin' the Bow
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| And dig a great hole in the meadow
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| And in it put Rosin' the Bow
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| I fear that old tyrant approaching
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| That cruel remorseless old foe
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| And I lift up me glass in his honor
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| Take a drink with old Rosin' the Bow
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| Take a drink with old Rosin' the Bow, oh
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| Take a drink with old Rosin' the Bow
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| I lift up me glass in his honor
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| Take a drink with old Rosin' the Bow |