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Tarpaulin Jacket 
Tarpaulin Jacket (words attributed to G. J. Whyte-Melville (1821-1878);air by Charles Coote) 
A tall stalwart lancer lay dying, And as on his deathbed he lay, To his friends who around him were sighing, These last dying words he did say: 
cho: Wrap me up in my tarpaulin jacket 
And say a poor buffer lies low; 
And six stalwart lancers shall carry me 
With steps solemn, mournful and slow. 
Had I the wings of a little dove, Far far away would I fly; I'd fly Straight for the arms of my true love And there I would lay me and die. 
cho: 
Then get you two little white tombstones Put them one at my head and my toe, my toe, And get you a penknife and scratch there: "Here lies a poor buffer below." 
cho: 
And get you six brandies and sodas, And set them all out in a row, a row, And get you six jolly good fellows To drink to this buffer below. 
cho: 
And then in the calm of the twilight When the soft winds are whispering low, so low, And the darkening shadows are falling, Sometimes think of this buffer below. cho: 
From the Scottish Students Songbook, 1929 edition.
 A highly derivative (Prisoner's Song, Unfortunate Rake), highly parodied (The Dying Airman, The Dying Skier, even Fiddlers Green) song that's still current in the armed forces. Also see DYINGAIR,