Cowboy Songs And Other Frontier Ballads

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I LIVE for the good of my nation And my sons are all growing low, But I hope that my next generation Will resemble Old Rosin the Bow.
I have traveled this wide world all over, And now to another I'll go, For I know that good quarters are waiting To welcome Old Rosin the Bow.
The gay round of delights I have traveled, Nor will I behind leave a woe, For while my companions are jovial They'll drink to Old Rosin the Bow.
This life now is drawn to a closing, All will at last be so,
Then we'll take a full bumper at parting To the name of Old Rosin the Bow.
When I am laid out on the counter, And the people all anxious to know, Just raise up the lid of the coffin And look at Old Rosin the Bow.
And when through the streets my friends bear me, And the ladies are filled with deep woe,