Take this gold body, annoint his heirs
Take a dollar for the crossing
From coins in his name
Souls slight of coin, slight of name
Then I'll meet you at the back gate
And greet you just the same
Tarry to my side and we'll walk over
To where the frosts of the dead king
Weigh heavy on the vine
Long it's been said that the worth of a man
Be his woman and his lands how he tends