| There’s a little rosebud casket
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| Sitting on a marvel stand
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| There’s a package of love-letters
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| Written by my true lovers hand
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| Go and bring them to me, sister
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| Come and sit upon my bed,
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| Lay your head upon my pillow
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| Then I’ll hear every word he said
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| Read them over to me, sister
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| Read them till I fall asleep
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| Fall asleep to wake with Jesus
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| O dear sister, do not weep
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| Sister, go and tell him for me
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| That I would have been his wife
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| That in death I stronger love him
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| Even than I could in life
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| Bid him not to weep, dear sister
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| Even though we’re torn apart
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| He must learn to love another
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| Time will ease the broken heart
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| But if he never finds another
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| Life is short and time is fleet
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| Tell him that we’ll meet in Heaven
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| Where our joy will be complete
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| There’s a little rosebud casket
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| Sitting on a marvel stand
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| There’s a package of love-letters
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| Written by her true lover’s hand |