In a little casket In the hall up-{ stand There's a package of letters Written hand. Won't you go and get them, sister Read them o'er to me tonight I have tried so hard to read them But the tears, they blind my sight. Place his letters and his picture Both together by my heart With a little ring he gave me >From my finger ne'er shall part. When I'm dead and in my casket And deep in my grave I live I want to be there close beside him When they lay me down to die.