And now to another I go
 And I know that good quarters are waiting
 For to welcome old Rosin the Beau

 To welcome old Rosin the Beau
 To welcome old Rosin the Beau
 And I know that good quarters are waiting for
 To welcome old Rosin the Beau

 When I?m dead and laid out on the counter
 A voice you will hear from below
 Saying "Send down a hogshead of whiskey
 To drink with old Rosin the Beau"

 Then get a half dozen stout fellows
 And stack them all up in a row
 Let them drink out of half gallon bottles
 To the memory of Rosin the Beau

 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

 Then get ye a couple of bottles
 Put one at me head and me toe
 With a diamond ring scratch upon them
 The name of old Rosin the Beau

 I?ve only this one consolation
 As out of this world I go
 I know that the next generation
 Will resemble old Rosin the Beau

 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