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, Advice 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 fellows, 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.