My body? Ah, If I could choose, 
I would to ashes it reduce, 
Perhaps some fading flower then 
 [bad word] to life and bloom again.
This is my last and final will, 
Good luck to all of you, Joe Hill

My will is easy to decide, 
For there is nothing to divide, 
My kin don't need to fuss and moan- 
"Moss does not cling to a rolling stone." 

My body? Ah, If I could choose, 
I would to ashes it reduce, 
And let the merry breezes blow 
My dust to where some flowers grow. 
Perhaps some fading flower then 
 [bad word] to life and bloom again. 
This is my last and final will, 
Good luck to all of you, Joe Hill