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