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