A song about the carefree life of a fiddler, 1838. author unknown, a traditional Irish folk melody arranged by J.C. Beckell published by Osbourn’s Music Saloon
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I merrily rosined the bow
I merrily rosined the bow
While some after money run crazy
I merrily rosined the bow
My motto was “rosin the bow”
My motto was “rosin the bow”
But having no turbulent passions
My motto was “rosin the bow”
With gladness met Rosin the Bow
With gladness met Rosin the Bow
And friends whom I thought had forgot me
With gladness met Rosin the Bow
And cheerfully rosined the bow
And cheerfully rosined the bow
But somehow I loved to keep moving
And cheerfully rosined the bow
So cheerful was Rosin the bow
So cheerful was Rosin the bow
My presence all sadness would scatter
So cheerful was Rosin the bow
Sipped “bliss to old Rosin the Bow”
Sipped “bliss to old Rosin the Bow”
While lips with the red of cherry
Sipped “bliss to old Rosin the Bow”
To listen to Rosin the Bow
To listen to Rosin the Bow
Old Time stopped the shade on the dial
To listen to Rosin the Bow
The bosom of Rosin the Bow
The bosom of Rosin the Bow
No pang of remorse is now rending
The bosom of Rosin the Bow