Benjamin Franklin King (Бенджамин Франклин Кинг)

If I Should Die

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 woe —
    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.

1. Benton Harbor, Mich
2. De Bugle on De Hill
3. The River St. Joe
4. The Chautauquan Maid
5. Old St. Joe

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