Cowboy Songs and Other Frontier Ballads

<p class="tit-song">ROSIN THE BOW <span class="pagenum"><SPAN id="page280" name="page280"></SPAN>(p. 280)</span></p> <p>I live for the good of my nation<br/> And my sons are all growing low,<br/> But I hope that my next generation<br/> Will resemble Old Rosin the Bow.</p> <p>I have traveled this wide world all over,<br/> And now to another I'll go,<br/> For I know that good quarters are waiting<br/> To welcome Old Rosin the Bow.</p> <p>The gay round of delights I have traveled,<br/> Nor will I behind leave a woe,<br/> For while my companions are jovial<br/> They'll drink to Old Rosin the Bow.</p> <p>This life now is drawn to a closing,<br/> All will at last be so,<br/> Then we'll take a full bumper at parting<br/> To the name of Old Rosin the Bow.</p> <p>When I am laid out on the counter,<br/> And the people all anxious to know,<br/> Just raise up the lid of the coffin<br/> And look at Old Rosin the Bow.</p> <p>And when through the streets my friends bear me,<br/> And the ladies are filled with deep woe,<br/> They'll <span class="pagenum"><SPAN id="page281" name="page281"></SPAN>(p. 281)</span> come to the doors and the windows<br/> And sigh for Old Rosin the Bow.</p> <p>Then get some fine, jovial fellows,<br/> And let them all staggering go;<br/> Then dig a deep hole in the meadow<br/> And in it toss Rosin the Bow.</p> <p>Then get a couple of dornicks,<br/> Place one at my head and my toe,<br/> And do not forget to scratch on them,<br/> "Here lies Old Rosin the Bow."</p> <p>Then let those same jovial fellows<br/> Surround my lone grave in a row,<br/> While they drink from my favorite bottle<br/> The health of Old Rosin the Bow.</p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />