| There’s a little Rosewood casket |
| Settin' on a marble stand |
| There’s a package of love letters |
| Go and bring them to me, brother |
| Come and set upon my bed |
| Lay your head upon my pillow |
| While my aching heart grows dead. |
| Read them gently to me, brother |
| Read them til I fall asleep |
| Fall asleep to wake in heaven |
| Oh, Dear brother, do not weep. |
| Last Sunday I saw her walking |
| With a gentleman by her side |
| And I thought I heard him tell her |
| She was soon to be his bride. |
| When I’m dead and in my coffin |
| And my friends have gathered 'round |
| And my narrow grave is ready |
| In some lonesome churchyard ground. |
| There’s a little Rosewood casket |
| Settin' on a marble stand |
| There’s a package of love letters |