Rosin The Beau

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I've traveled this wide world all over, and now to another I go
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I know good quarters are waiting, to welcome old Rosin the Beau.

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

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And 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 Beau.

                           Bb
To the memory of Rosin the Beau.
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To the memory of Rosin the Beau.
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Let them drink out of half gallon bottles,
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To the memory of Rosin the Beau.

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And 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 Beau.

                        Bb
And in it put Rosin the Beau.
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And in it put Rosin the Beau.
    F
And dig a great hole in the meadow,
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And in it put Rosin the Beau.

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Then get you a couple of bottles, put one at my head and my toe
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With a diamond ring scratch upon them, the name of old Rosin the Beau.

                          Bb
The name of old Rosin the Beau.
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The name of old Rosin the Beau.
       F
With a diamond ring scratch upon them,
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The name of old Rosin the Beau.

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I hear the old tyrant approaching, that cruel remorseless old foe
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But I'll lift up my glass in his honor, and drink to old Rosin the Beau.

                           Bb
And drink to old Rosin the Beau.
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And drink to old Rosin the Beau.
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I'll lift up my glass in his honor,
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And drink to old Rosin the Beau.

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