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 O mother, where is my great green bed, (One with another) Silk at the foot and gold at the head, Mother, my mother?

Yea, it is ready, the silk and the gold, One with another. But line it well that I lie not cold, Mother, my mother.

She laid her cheek to the velvet and vair, One with another; She laid her arms up under her hair. (Mother, my mother.)

Her gold hair fell through her arms fu' low, One with another: Lord God, bring me out of woe! (Mother, my mother.)