Collected by Karl T. Gosnell For Mary C. Parler
Sung by Carroll Wayne Parker Ola, Arkansas November 27, 1958
Reel 272, Item 20
The Rosewood Casket
In a little rosewood casket Sitting on a marble stand Is a package of old love letters Written by my true love's hand.
Bring them gently to me, Mother;
Bring them gently to me, dear.
Place your head upon my pillow,
While my weary heart grows cold.
Read them gently to me, Mother;
Read them to me once more.
For soon I'll be dead and in my casket, And my friends I'll see no more.
There's a ring upon my finger,
A little band of gold.
I will always keep it, Mother,
For she put it there long ago.
When I'm dead and in my casket,
And my friends are gathered 'round,
For soon I know I'll be buried in some lonesome churchyard ground.
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