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

[Chorus]
                         Bb
To welcome old Rosin the Beau
   F                     Dm     C
To welcome old Rosin the Beau
   F
I know good quarters are waiting,
Bb F           C         F
To welcome old Rosin the Beau.

[Verse 2]
    F                                                  C       Dm
And get a half dozen stout fellows, and stack them all up in a row
         F                                 Bb     F         C         F
Let them drink out of half gallon bottles, to the memory of Rosin the Beau.

[Chorus]
                           Bb
To the memory of Rosin the Beau.
       F                   Dm     C
To the memory of Rosin the Beau.
         F
Let them drink out of half gallon bottles,
Bb     F         C         F
To the memory of Rosin the Beau.

[Verse 3]
    F                                                   C           Dm
And get this half dozen stout fellows, and let them all stagger and go
    F                               Bb  F         C         F
And dig a great hole in the meadow, and in it put Rosin the Beau.

[Chorus]
                        Bb
And in it put Rosin the Beau.
    F                   Dm     C
And in it put Rosin the Beau.
    F
And dig a great hole in the meadow,
Bb  F         C         F
And in it put Rosin the Beau.

[Verse 4]
     F                                          C           Dm
Then get you a couple of bottles, put one at my head and my toe
       F                               Bb  F           C         F
With a diamond ring scratch upon them, the name of old Rosin the Beau.

[Chorus]
                          Bb
The name of old Rosin the Beau.
    F                     Dm     C
The name of old Rosin the Beau.
       F
With a diamond ring scratch upon them,
Bb  F           C         F
The name of old Rosin the Beau.

[Verse 5]
  F                                               C             Dm
I hear the old tyrant approaching, that cruel remorseless old foe
         F                              Bb  F            C         F
But I'll lift up my glass in his honor, and drink to old Rosin the Beau.

[Chorus]
                           Bb
And drink to old Rosin the Beau.
    F                      Dm     C
And drink to old Rosin the Beau.
     F
I'll lift up my glass in his honor,
Bb  F            C         F
And drink to old Rosin the Beau.