Get sixteen pretty maidens to come and carry my coffin
Sixteen pretty maidens to come and sing me a song
And tell ‘em to bring some o’ them sweet smelling roses
So they can’t smell me as they carry me along
Beat the drums slowly, and play the fife lowly
Play the death march as you carry me along
Throw bunches of lillies all over my coffin
There goes a poor cowboy that know’d he done wrong
There goes an old cowboy that blessed us with song

A little change to the last line, in memory of Doc.