I've traveled the wide world over,
And now to another I go;
I know that good quarters are waiting,
To welcome Old Rosin the Bow

And when I am dead, if you wish it,
Old friends, you will want to, I know;
Come stand by the side of my coffin,
And look on Old Rosin the Bow

Then get you a couple of tombstones,
That all who pass by as they go,
May read in the letters you put there
The name of Old Rosin the Bow

I feel the grim tyrant approaching,
That cruel and implacable foe
Who spares neither age nor condition
Nor even Old Rosin the Bow

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