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THE ROSEWOOD CASKET (THE LITTLE ROSEWOOD CASKET) Sung by: Mrs. Hattie Gilmore and Mrs. Martha Huddleston Recorded in Sulphur Rock, AR 8/17/59 Click here to listen to the original recording There’s a little rosewood casket That is resting on a stand. It’s a package of old letters Written by a cherished hand. Bring them to me, . . . sister. Read them o’er and o’er to me. For I . . . to read them, And for tears I could not see. You have brought them to me, darling; Now sit here upon my bed And press gently to your bosom My poor aching throbbing head. Read them o’er and . . . me darling, Read them o’er and o’er to me, For I’ve often tried to read them, But for tears I could not see. When I’m dead and in my coffin And the shroud’s about me wound And my narrow bed is ready In the pleasant churchyard ground. Place this locket and the letters Both together near my heart, And the little ring he gave me From my finger never part. I am dying, sister, dying. While you read, I’ll fall asleep, Fall asleep to wake with Jesus. Dearest sister, do not weep. Also found in Randolph, Vol. IV, #763, “The Little Rosewood Casket”; Brown, Vol. II, #273, “Little Rosewood Casket”; Belden, p. 220, “Little Rosewood Casket.” |
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