There's a little rosewood casket Resting on a marble stand With a packet of old love letters Written by my true love's hand Go and bring them to me, sister Read them o'er for me tonight I have often tried by could not For the tears that filled my eyes
When I'm dead and in my casket When I gently fall asleep Fall asleep to wake in heaven Dearest sister do not weep
Take his letters and his locket Place them gently on my heart But this golden ring that he gave me From my finger never part
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