Roisin' The Beau

I travelled all over this wide world,
And now to another I'll go.
I know that good quarters are waitin',
To welcome ol' Roisin' the Beau.

To welcome ol' Roisin' the Beau,
To welcome ol' Roisin' the Beau.
I know that good quarters are waitin',
To welcome ol' Roisin' the Beau.

When I'm dead and laid out on the counter,
A voice will be heard from below:
Sayin' send out a hogshead of whiskey,
Take a drink with ol' Roisin' the Beau.

Take a drink with ol' Roisin' the Beau,
Take a drink with ol' Roisin' the Beau.
Sayin' send out a hogshead of whiskey,
Take a drink with ol' Roisin' the Beau.

Then get a half dozen stout fellows,
And line them all up in a row,
Then drink out a half gallon bottles,
To the memory of Roisin' the Beau.

To the memory of Roisin' the Beau,
To the memory of Roisin' the Beau.
Then drink out a half gallon bottles,
To the memory of Roisin' the Beau.

Then get these half dozen stout fellows,
And let them all stagger and go,
Then dig a great hole in the meadow,
And in it with Roisin' the Beau.

And in it with Roisin' the Beau,
And in it with Roisin' the Beau.
Then dig a great hole in the meadow,
And in it with Roisin' the Beau.

When I hear the old tyrant approaching,
That cruel, remorseless old foe,
I'll lift up my glass in his honour,
Take a drink with ol' Roisin' the Beau.

Take a drink with ol' Roisin' the Beau,
Take a drink with ol' Roisin' the Beau.
I'll lift up my glass in his honour,
Take a drink with ol' Roisin' the Beau.