This is how I learned it from a Time-Life Album in about 1958.       There's a little rosewood casket   Lying on a marble stand   And a packet of old love letters   Written by my true love's hand      [Go and bring them to me sister   Read them o'er for me tonight   I have often tried but I could not   For the tears that filled my eyes] I did not know this verse--Thanks!      Last Sunday I saw him walkin'    With a lady by his side,   And I thought I heard him tell her   He would never be his bride.      When I'm dead and in my coffin   And my shroud's around me bound   And my narrow grave is ready   In some lonely churchyard ground.      Take his letters and his locket   Place together o'r my heart   But the golden ring he gave me   From my finger never part