The Dubliners – Roisin’ The Beau lyrics

To welcome ol’ Roisin’ the Beau,
To welcome ol’ 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. I know that good quarters are waitin’,
To welcome ol’ Roisin’ the Beau. To the memory of Roisin’ the Beau,
To the memory of 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. Then drink out a half gallon bottles,
To the memory of Roisin’ the Beau. And in it with Roisin’ the Beau,
And in it with 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. I’ll lift up my glass in his honour,
Take a drink with ol’ Roisin’ the Beau. I know that good quarters are waitin’,
To welcome 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 dig a great hole in the meadow,
And in it with Roisin’ the Beau. Take a drink with ol’ Roisin’ the Beau,
Take a drink with ol’ Roisin’ the Beau. I travelled all over this wide world,
And now to another I’ll go. 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.