Burl Ives — Wrap Me Up in My Tarpaulin Jacket

Oh, had I the wings of a turtledove So high on my pinions I'd fly Slap-bang to the heart of my Polly love And in her dear arms I would die Wrap me up in my tarpaulin jacket And say a poor duffer's laid low Send for six salty seamen to carry me With steps mournful, solemn and slow Oh, then let them send for two holly stones And place them at the head and the toe Upon them write this inscription "Here lies a poor duffer below" Wrap me up in my tarpaulin jacket And say a poor duffer's laid low Send for six salty seamen to carry mе With steps mournful, solemn and slow Then sеnd for six jolly foretopmen And let them a-rollickin' go And in heaping two-gallon measures Drink the health of the duffer below Wrap me up in my tarpaulin jacket And say a poor duffer's laid low Send for six salty seamen to carry me With steps mournful, solemn and slow With steps mournful, solemn and slow