Biography:
The Clancy Brothers And Tommy Makem was an Irish folk music singing group that formed in America in 1956. Widely credited with popularising Irish traditional music in the United States, and revitalising it in Ireland (paving the way for an Irish folk boom with groups like The Dubliners and The Wolfe Tones), Tommy Makem left the group in 1969, after which the three brothers (Patrick "Paddy" Clancy, Tom Clancy, and Liam Clancy) became The Clancy Brothers subsequently joined by the fourth Clancy brother (Bobby Clancy).
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Other songs:
- Beer Beer Beer
- Brennan On The Moor
- Irish Rover
- Isnt It Grand Boys
- Jug Of Punch
- Mountain Dew
- Nell Flahertys Drake
- Old Maid In The Garret
- Red Is The Rose
- Rosin The Beau
- The Juice Of The Barley
- The Mermaid
- The Moonshiner
- The Shores Of Botany Bay
- The Wild Colonial Boy
- Tim Finnegans Wake
- When We Were Under The King
- Whiskey Youre The Devil
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This is the live version from Ain't it grand boys - Unissued gems
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The text might not be correct. Text is from martindardis.com, thanks a lot Martin!
C C
I've travelled this wide world over,
C Am
And now to another I'll go,
C F
For I know what good quarters are waiting
C G C
To welcome old 'Rosin the Bow.'
C F
To welcome old 'Rosin the Bow,'
C Am
To welcome old 'Rosin the Bow,'
C F
For I know that good quarters are waiting
C G C
To welcome old 'Rosin the Bow.'
[...and so forth]
When I'm dead and laid out on the counter,
A voice you will hear from below,
Crying out, 'Whiskey and water
To drink to old "Rosin the Bow."
To drink...
And when I am dead, I reckon
The ladies will want to, I know,
Just lift off the lid of the coffin
And look at old 'Rosin the Bow.'
And look...
Then get a full dozen stout fellows
And stand them all round in a row,
And drink out of half-gallon bottles
To the name of old 'Rosin the Bow.'
To the name of old Rosin The Bow
Then get half a dozen young fellows,
And let them all staggering go,
And dig a great hole in the meadow,
And in it toss 'Rosin the Bow.'
And in it...
Then get you a couple of tombstones,
Put one at my head and my toe,
And do not fail to scratch on it
The name of old 'Rosin the Bow.'
The name ...
I feel that great tyrant approaching,
That cruel implacable foe
That spares neither age nor condition,
Not even old 'Rosin the Bow.'
Not even
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The text might not be correct. Text is from martindardis.com, thanks a lot Martin!
C C
I've travelled this wide world over,
C Am
And now to another I'll go,
C F
For I know what good quarters are waiting
C G C
To welcome old 'Rosin the Bow.'
C F
To welcome old 'Rosin the Bow,'
C Am
To welcome old 'Rosin the Bow,'
C F
For I know that good quarters are waiting
C G C
To welcome old 'Rosin the Bow.'
[...and so forth]
When I'm dead and laid out on the counter,
A voice you will hear from below,
Crying out, 'Whiskey and water
To drink to old "Rosin the Bow."
To drink...
And when I am dead, I reckon
The ladies will want to, I know,
Just lift off the lid of the coffin
And look at old 'Rosin the Bow.'
And look...
Then get a full dozen stout fellows
And stand them all round in a row,
And drink out of half-gallon bottles
To the name of old 'Rosin the Bow.'
To the name of old Rosin The Bow
Then get half a dozen young fellows,
And let them all staggering go,
And dig a great hole in the meadow,
And in it toss 'Rosin the Bow.'
And in it...
Then get you a couple of tombstones,
Put one at my head and my toe,
And do not fail to scratch on it
The name of old 'Rosin the Bow.'
The name ...
I feel that great tyrant approaching,
That cruel implacable foe
That spares neither age nor condition,
Not even old 'Rosin the Bow.'
Not even
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