When I have left this mortal shore
And mosey 'round the earth no more,
Don't cry, don't weep, don't sob ~
I may have struck a better job.
Don't go and buy a large bouquet
For which you find it hard to pay.
If you have roses, well, bless your soul
Just pin them in my button-hole
While I am here and well today.
Don't wait until I've gone away.
