I am tired and weary, I am going to sigh,
I soon must leave you, heard a sweet child cry,
Father dearest promise you'll not weep for me,
When I leave you, don't you bury me deep.
Bury me, don't bury me deep,
Where the lil birds sing and the pretty flowers creep,
Bury me, or let me sleep,
When you lay be down, don't you bury me deep.
Sunday's fathered by my graveside near,
Tell the flowers little stories which to me reveal,
That my brother, my sister, by my headstone keep,
So I may hear them, don't you bury me deep.
Bury me, don't bury me deep,
Where the lil birds sing and the pretty flowers creep,
Bury me, or let me sleep,
When you lay be down, don't you bury me deep,
When you lay be down, don't you bury me deep.
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