Don't shed tears on my grave the day I die
But bring a bottle of whiskey if you come by.
Shout my name three times or four maybe,
Offer me some and ask me have I been lonely?
This hapless soul won't agonize that night,
If I could see your pretty smile one last time.
Pomise to erase our memories before you leave,
As I assume you'd also want me to rest in peace.