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 Bo.To welcome ol' Roz and the Bo, To welcome ol' Roz and the Bo,And I know that good quarters are waiting To welcome ol' Roz and the Bo.When I'm dead and laid out on the counter, A voice you will hear from below,Saying send down a hoxhead of whiskey To drink with ol' Roz and the Bo.To drink with ol' Roz and the Bo, To drink with ol' Roz and the Bo,Saying send down a hoxhead of whiskey To drink with ol' Roz and the Bo.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 Bo.To the memory of Roz and the Bo, To the memory of Roz and the Bo,Let them drink out of half gallon bottles, To the memory of Roz and the Bo.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 Bo.And in it put Roz and the Bo, And in it put Roz and the Bo,And dig a great hole in the meadow, And in it put Roz and the Bo.I fear that old tyrant approaching, That cruel, remorseless old foe,And I lift up me glass in his honor, Take a drink with all Roz and the Bo.Take a drink with all Roz and the Bo, Take a drink with all Roz and the Bo,And I lift up me glass in his honor, Take a drink with all Roz and the Bo.