There's a little Rosewood casket   Settin' on a marble stand   There's a package of love letters   Written by my true love's hand      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   Written by my true love's hand.