Phillia Drew Roswell, New Mexico Cllected by Parler Nancy Cox
Springdale, Ark January 14, 1960
Reel 356, Item 2
The Rosewood Casket
(Learned from Mrs. T. M. Davis, Fayetteville, Ark.)
In a little rosewood casket,
Resting on a marble stand,
With a package of old letters,
Written by my true love's hand.
Will you go and get them, Sister,
Will you read them o'er to me?
For oftimes I've tried to read them But for tears I could not see.
You have got them now, dear Sister,
Come and sit here on my bed,
Read them over to me gently,
While my aching heart grows dead.
Tell him that I never blamed him,
Though to me he's proved untrue,
Tell, oh tell him, Sister, yell him,
That I bid this world adieu.
When I'm dead and in my coffin,
And my friends around me stand,
And my narrow grave is ready,
In some lonesome churchyard land,
Take his letters and my locket Place it here upon my heart,
But the tiny ring he gave me From my finger never part.
There's a little rosewood casket Resting on a marble stand,
With a package of old letters Written by my true love's band.
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