karenr.47727
  Junior Member

looking for were these lyrics come from my mum taught it to me as a young child never found the origin. here goes
on a bed on a bed a girl lay dying, in her arms in her arms she held her child, mother dear mother dear come and listen to how I met how I met my simple shame.
the night was cold the night was cold the night was dreary took me down took me down by the river side there he told me yes he told me that he loved me and I was soon I was soon to be his bride. more »