C Am F G
Mother go make my bed, make it long and narrow
F C G/B Am
My true love died for me yesterday
C G C
I shall die for him tomorrow
She was burried in a churchhouse yard
And he was burried there beside her
And from his grave grew roses red
And from hers grew green briar
They grew and grew so very high
?till they couldn?t grow no higher
and at the top grew a true-lovers knot
twide with green briar
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