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210 AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS
For I know that good quarters are waiting To welcome Old Rosen the Bow.
The gay round of delight I have travelled,
Nor will I behind leave a woe; For when my companions are jovial,
They drink to Old Rosen the Bow.
This life is now drawing to a closing,
All will at last be so; Then we'll take a full bumper at parting,
To the name of Old Rosen the Bow.
When I am dead and laid out on the counter,
And the people all anxious to know, Just raise up the lid of my coffin
And look at Old Rosen the Bow.
And when through all the streets my friends bear me,
The ladies are filled with deep woe, They'll come to the doors and the windows,
And sigh for Old Rosen the Bow.
Then get me some fine jovial fellows,
And let them all staggering go; Then dig a deep hole in the meadow,
And in it toss Rosen the Bow.
Then get me a couple of dornicks, Place one at my head and my toe,