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An American folk song popular in the 19th century, probably of British or Irish origin, first published in Philadelphia during 1838. The melody was originally written under the title of "Eoghan Coir" by Irish poet and songwriter Riocard Bairéad sometime in the late 18th Century. Following the Irish Rebellion of 1798, the melody was adapted into an Irish rebel song called "The Men of the West". - wikipedia

The lyrics here are a composite of several versions of this song.

    Rosin the Bow

    by trad
    I was [D] born in the county of [G] Kerry
    near the [D] town of sweet Ca-hir-ca-[Bm] veen
    Ah, its [D] there that the people are [G] merry
    mid the [D] hills and the [A7] valleys so [D] green

    My grandfather had an old fiddle
    ah, ‘twas he made the melodies flow
    and always my cradle was rockin
    to the tune of old Rosin the Bow

    ( Chorus
    Then boys, take the floor with your Colleens
    and shake up your heel and your toe
    just loosen the fiddler’s elbow
    and he’ll play you up Rosin the Bow )

    The day I was finally married
    my grandad was still to the fore
    with his fiddle to set your heart dancing
    when your feet meet the good earthen floor

    Now I think of the bright smiling faces
    most are gone where the best of us go
    still in mem’ry I hear the glad laughter and
    the strains of sweet Rosin the Bow


    When my troubles and trials are all over
    may my dust rest in Kerry’s dear ground
    and my soul that loved singing and laughter
    to heaven I hope will be bound

    And there, I feel sure I’ll see round me
    the dear ones I loved here below
    on the harp, I’m no good but with cat-gut and wood
    sure I’ll crack them up Rosin the Bow