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.