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