| Little Rosewood Casket |
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| In a little Rosewood casket in the hall up on a stand |
| There’s a package of old love letters written by a true love’s hand |
| Won’t you go and get them sister read them o’er to me tonight |
| I have tried so hard to read them but the tears they blind my sight |
| Place his letters and his pictures both together by my heart |
| With a little ring he gave me from my finger ne’er shall part |
| When I’m dead and in my casket and deep in my grave I lie |
| I want to be there close beside him when they lay me down to die |
