I travelled all over this wide world,

And now to another I'll go.

I know that good quarters are waitin',

To welcome ol' Roisin' the Beau.



To welcome ol' Roisin' the Beau,

To welcome ol' Roisin' the Beau.

I know that good quarters are waitin',

To welcome ol' Roisin' the Beau.



When I'm dead and laid out on the counter,

A voice will be heard from below:

Sayin' send out a hogshead of whiskey,

Take a drink with ol' Roisin' the Beau.



Take a drink with ol' Roisin' the Beau,

Take a drink with ol' Roisin' the Beau.

Sayin' send out a hogshead of whiskey,

Take a drink with ol' Roisin' the Beau.



Then get a half dozen stout fellows,

And line them all up in a row,

Then drink out a half gallon bottles,

To the memory of Roisin' the Beau.



To the memory of Roisin' the Beau,

To the memory of Roisin' the Beau.

Then drink out a half gallon bottles,

To the memory of Roisin' the Beau.



Then get these half dozen stout fellows,

And let them all stagger and go,

Then dig a great hole in the meadow,

And in it with Roisin' the Beau.



And in it with Roisin' the Beau,

And in it with Roisin' the Beau.

Then dig a great hole in the meadow,

And in it with Roisin' the Beau.



When I hear the old tyrant approaching,

That cruel, remorseless old foe,

I'll lift up my glass in his honour,

Take a drink with ol' Roisin' the Beau.



Take a drink with ol' Roisin' the Beau,

Take a drink with ol' Roisin' the Beau.

I'll lift up my glass in his honour,

Take a drink with ol' Roisin' the Beau.