There is one kind favor I ask of you
One kind favor I ask of you
One kind favor I ask of you
That you see that my grave is kept clean

If you ever hear a church bell toll
If you ever hear a church bell toll
If you ever hear a church bell toll
You may know by that I'm dead and gone

Well six white horses in a line
There's six white horses in a line
Six white horses in a line
Taking me to that burying ground

Now dig my grave with a silver spade
Now dig my grave with a silver spade
Dig my grave with a silvеr spade
And lay me down with a golden chain

Thеre is one kind favor I ask of you
One kind favor I ask of you
One kind favor I ask of you
That you see that my grave is kept clean