Rosin The BeauRosin the Bow |
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 Beau :| To welcome old Rosin the Beau And I know that good quarters are waiting To welcome old Rosin the Beau.
2. When I'm dead and laid out on the counter
3. Then get a half dozen stout fellows | 4. Then get this half dozen stout fellows And let them all stagger and go And dig a great hole in the meadow |: And in it put Rosin the Beau :| And in it put Rosin the Beau And dig a great hole in the meadow And in it put Rosin the Beau.
5. Then get ye a couple of bottles
6. I've only this one consolation |
7. 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 Beau :| Take a drink with old Rosin the Beau And I lift up me glass in his honor Take a drink with old Rosin the Beau. |
This should, I think, be Rosin the Bow - otherwise "Resin the Bow" a suitable nickname for a famous fiddler. My father, who was a traditional fiddler, always referred to resin as rosin. I've never seen the name of the song written otherwise. By the way, he always made a distinction between a "fiddler", who picked up traditional tunes by ear, and a "musicianer" who had more classical inclinations.