If I should die

1     If I should die to-night
2         And you should come to my cold corpse and say,
3         Weeping and heartsick o'er my lifeless clay --
4         If I should die to-night,
5     And you should come in deepest grief and woe --
6         And say: "Here's that ten dollars that I owe,"
7         I might arise in my large white cravat
8         And say, "What's that?"

9     If I should die to-night
10       And you should come to my cold corpse and kneel,
11       Clasping my bier to show the grief you feel,
12       I say, if I should die to-night
13   And you should come to me, and there and then
14       Just even hint 'bout payin' me that ten,
15       I might arise the while,
16       But I'd drop dead again.