The Corries – Rosin The Beau (Guitar)

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I've traveled this wide world all over, and now to another I go

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I know good quarters are waiting, to welcome old Rosin the Beau.

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To welcome old Rosin the Beau

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To welcome old Rosin the Beau

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I know good quarters are waiting,

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To welcome old Rosin the Beau.

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And get a half dozen stout fellows, and stack them all up in a row

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Let them drink out of half gallon bottles, to the memory of Rosin the Beau.

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To the memory of Rosin the Beau.

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To the memory of Rosin the Beau.

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Let them drink out of half gallon bottles,

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To the memory of Rosin the Beau.

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And get this half dozen stout fellows, and let them all stagger and go

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And dig a great hole in the meadow, and in it put Rosin the Beau.

                        Bb
And in it put Rosin the Beau.

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And in it put Rosin the Beau.

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And dig a great hole in the meadow,

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And in it put Rosin the Beau.

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Then get you a couple of bottles, put one at my head and my toe

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With a diamond ring scratch upon them, the name of old Rosin the Beau.

                          Bb
The name of old Rosin the Beau.

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The name of old Rosin the Beau.

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With a diamond ring scratch upon them,

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The name of old Rosin the Beau.

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I hear the old tyrant approaching, that cruel remorseless old foe

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But I'll lift up my glass in his honor, and drink to old Rosin the Beau.

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And drink to old Rosin the Beau.

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And drink to old Rosin the Beau.

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I'll lift up my glass in his honor,

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And drink to old Rosin the Beau.