Wrap Me in My Tarpaulin Jacket - Burl Ives

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 me

With steps mournful, solemn and slow

Then send 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