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