Mother, Go Make My Bed / Flower of Swiss Cottage Full Lyrics
Oh, mother go and make my bed
Spread me the milk white sheets
That I might go and lay down so low
For to see whether I could sleep
Mother go and tell them now
Go tell your brother's son
Your true love's sick and she's going to die
She will die before you can come
The first few miles this little boy walked
And the next few miles he ran
When he came to the broad waterside
He bent his back and he swam
When he came to the high front door
They were all sat down to meet
Well if you knew why I have come to you
Not a single bite more could you eat
Your high castle walls they're not fallen down
Nor are they overthrown
Your true love's sick and she's going to die
She will die before you can come
Then he said to the little boy
Bring me the milk white steed
That I might go kiss her cherry, cherry cheeks
That once they were so sweet
The rose and the briar they grew up together
'Til they could get no higher
They grew and they tied a true lover's knot
And the rose wrapped around the sweet briar