And die I this day or to-morrow,
My testament's already made;
My funeral from your care I'll borrow,
But without splendour or parade.
And as for coffin, that remanding,
A Rhenish cask for it shall pass;
Instead of lemon placed each hand in,
Give me a brimfull Deckel-glass.
Into the cellar then convey me,
Where I have drunk whole hogsheads dry;