In a little rosewood casket
In the hall upon a stand
There's a package of old love letters
Written by a true love's hand
Won't you go and get them, sister
Read them over to me tonight
I have tried so hard to read them
But the tears, they blind my sight
Place his letters and his pictures
Both together by my heart
With a little ring he gave me
From my finger never shall part
When I'm dead and in my casket
And deep in my grave I lie
I want to be there close beside him
When they lay me down to die