Wonderful things of folks are said when they have passed away
   Roses're torn the narrow bed over the sleeping clay
   Give me the roses while I live trying to cheer me on
   Useless to flowers that you give after the soul is gone
  
   Praises I've heard not by the dead roses they cannot see
   Let us not pray till souls have pled generous friends to be
   Give me the roses while...
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   Olds are forgiven when folks lie cold in the narrow bed
   Let us forgive them where they die now should the words be said
   Give me the roses while...