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There's a little rosewood casket |
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That is resting on the stand |
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There's a package of old letters |
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Written by my loved one's hand |
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Go and bring them to me, brother |
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Come and sit upon my bed |
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Lay your head upon my pillow |
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While each cherished line is read |
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Read them gently to me, brother |
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Read them 'til I fall asleep |
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For the sleep to wake in heaven |
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Oh dear brother do not weep |
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Last night I saw him walking |
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With a lady by his side |
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And I thought I heard him tell her |
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She could never be his bride |
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When at last I'm gone forever |
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And my friends are gathered round |
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And my narrow grave is ready |
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In some lonesome church yard ground |
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There's a little rosewood casket |
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That is resting on the stand |
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There's a package of old letters |
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Written by my loved one's hand |
