I've travelled all over this world, And out to another I go,And I know that good quarters are waiting, To welcome ol' Roz and the Beau.To welcome ol' Roz and the Beau, To welcome ol' Roz and the Beau,And I know that good quarters are waiting, To welcome ol' Roz and the Beau.When I'm dead and laid out on the counter, A voice you will hear from below,Saying, send down a hocks head of whiskey, To drink with ol' Roz and the Beau.To drink with ol' Roz and the Beau, To drink with ol' Roz and the Beau,Saying, send down a hocks head of whiskey To drink with ol' Roz and the Beau.Then get a half-dozen stout fellas, And stack them all up in a row,Let them drink out of half-gallon bottles, To the memory of Roz and the Beau.To the memory of Roz and the Beau, To the memory of Roz and the Beau,Let them drink out of half-gallon bottles, To the memory of Roz and the Beau.Then get this half-dozen stout fellas, And let them all stagger and go,And dig a great hole in the meadow, And in it put Roz and the Beau.And in it put Roz and the Beau, And in it put Roz and the Beau,And dig a great hole in the meadow, And in it put Roz and the Beau.I fear that old tyrant approaching, That cruel, remorseless old foe,And I lift up my glass in his honor, Take a drink with ol' Roz and the Beau.Take a drink with ol' Roz and the Beau. And I lift up my glass in his honor,Take a drink with ol' Roz and the Beau.