Oh how many arms have held you
And hated to let you go
How many, oh how many, I wonder
But I really don't want to know
Oh how many lips have kissed you
And set your soul aglow
How many, oh how many, I wonder
But I really don't want to know
Mother, go make my bed
Make it long and narrow
My true love died for me yesterday
I shall die for him tomorrow
She was burried in a church-house yard
And he was burried there beside her
And from his grave grew roses red
From hers grew green briar
They grew and they grew so very high
Till day they grow no higher
And at the top grew a true lovers knot
Twice grew green briar
And hated to let you go
How many, oh how many, I wonder
But I really don't want to know
Oh how many lips have kissed you
And set your soul aglow
How many, oh how many, I wonder
But I really don't want to know
Mother, go make my bed
Make it long and narrow
My true love died for me yesterday
I shall die for him tomorrow
She was burried in a church-house yard
And he was burried there beside her
And from his grave grew roses red
From hers grew green briar
They grew and they grew so very high
Till day they grow no higher
And at the top grew a true lovers knot
Twice grew green briar