Poem by Benjamin Franklin King

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.

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