%images;]> amss-as110360 Old Rosin the beau. J. Andrews, No 36 Chatham St., N. Y. [n. d.]: a machine-readable transcription. American Song Sheets. Selected and converted. American Memory, Library of Congress.

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OLD Rosin The Beau.

I have travelled this wide world over, And now to another I'll go. I know that good quarters are waiting, To welcome old Rosin the Beau,

CHORUS.

To welcome old Rosin the Beau, To welcome old Rosin, the Beau, I know that good quarters are waiting, To welcome old Rosin the Beau.

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 Beau.” To drink, &c.

And when I am dead, I reckon, The laidies will all want to, I know, Just lift off the lid of the coffin, And look at old Rosin the Beau. And look &c.

You must get some dozen good fellows, And stand them all round in a row, And drink out of half-gallon bottles, To the name of old Rosin and Beau. To the name, &c.

Get four or five jovial young fellows, And let them all staggering go, And dig a deep hole in the meadow, And in it toss Rosin the Beau. And in it, &c.

Then get you a couple of tombstones, Place one at my head and my toes, And do not fail to scratch on it, The name of old Rosin the Beau. The name, &c.

I feel the grim tyrant approaching, That cruel implacable foe, Who spares neither age nor condition, Nor even old Rosin the Beau. Nor even, &c.

J. Andrews, No. 38 Chatham St., N. Y. Printer of Songs, Circulars, Cards, Labels, &c. Neat, Quick & Chea.

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