If I Should Die To-Night

IF I should die to-night,

And you should come to my cold corpse and say,

Weeping and heartsick o’er my lifeless clay—

If I should die to-night,

And you should come in deepest grief and wo—

And say, “Here’s that ten dollars that I owe,”

I might arise in my large white cravat,

And say, “What’s that?”

If I should die to-night,

And you should come to my cold corpse and kneel,

Clasping my bier to show the grief you feel,

I say, if I should die to-night,

And you should come to me, and there and then

Just even hint ’bout payin’ me that ten,

I might arise the while,

But I’d drop dead again.