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Rosin The Bow
A good old Irish song about a legendary drinker?C F C Am
I've traveled all over this world and now to another I go
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And I know that good quarters are waiting to welcome old Rosin the Bow
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To welcome old Rosin the Bow, the Bow, to welcome old Rosin the Bow
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And I know that good quarters are waiting to welcome old Rosin the Bow
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When I'm dead and laid out on the counter, a voice you will hear from below
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Saying "Send down a hogshead of whiskey to drink with old Rosin the Bow"
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To drink with old Rosin the Bow, the Bow to drink with old Rosin the Bow"
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Saying "Send down a hogshead of whiskey to drink with old Rosin the Bow".C F C Am
Then get a half dozen stout fellows and stack them all up in a row
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Let them drink out of half gallon bottles to the memory of Rosin the Bow
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To the memory of Rosin the Bow, the Bow, to the memory of Rosin the Bow
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Let them drink out of half gallon bottles to the memory of Rosin the Bow.C F C Am
Then get this half dozen stout fellows and let them all stagger and go
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And dig a great hole in the meadow and in it put Rosin the Bow
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And in it put Rosin the Bow, the Bow, and in it put Rosin the Bow
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And dig a great hole in the meadow and in it put Rosin the Bow.C F C Am
Then get ye a couple of bottles. Put one at me head and me toe
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With a diamond ring scratch upon them the name of old Rosin the Bow
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The name of old Rosin the Bow, the Bow, the name of old Rosin the Bow
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With a diamond ring scratch upon them the name of old Rosin the Bow.C F C Am
I've only this one consolation as out of this world I do go
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I know that the next generation will resemble old Rosin the Bow
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Will resemble old Rosin the Bow, the Bow, will resemble old Rosin the Bow
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I know that the next generation will resemble old Rosin the Bow.C F C Am
I feel that old tyrant approaching, that cruel remorseless old foe
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And I lift up me glass in his honor - take a drink with old Rosin the Bow
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Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow, the Bow, take a drink with old Rosin the Bow
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And I lift up me glass in his honor, take a drink with old Rosin the Bow.
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