There's a little Rosewood casketSettin' on a marble standThere's a package of love lettersWritten by my true love's handGo and bring them to me, brotherCome and set upon my bedLay your head upon my pillowWhile my aching heart grows dead.Read them gently to me, brotherRead them til I fall asleepFall asleep to wake in heavenOh, Dear brother, do not weep.Last Sunday I saw her walkingWith a gentleman by her sideAnd I thought I heard him tell herShe was soon to be his bride.When I'm dead and in my coffinAnd my friends have gathered 'roundAnd my narrow grave is readyIn some lonesome churchyard ground.There's a little Rosewood casketSettin' on a marble standThere's a package of love lettersWritten by my true love's hand.
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