Nuts to you lot! The words as I remember them are,

Fly down, fly down, you pretty little bird
And sit upon my knee,
And I'll buy you a cage of beaten gold
With spokes of ivory.

I can't fly down, and I won't fly down
And sit ypon your knee.
For as you have done to your own truelove
I'm afraid you would do to me.

Well I wish I had my bended bow,
With an arrow in the string,
I'd shoot it through your tender heart
So no one would hear you sing.

O if you had your bended bow
With an arrow in the string,
I'd fly so high above your mark-
And there my song I'd sing!

Note: The vowel sound is the same, so I suppose a long-ago Someone heard "door" instead of "spokes.

Anyway- it's a beautiful song, if a bloody one. It's on my Smithsonian-Folkways ballads CD.      Love to all, Jean Ritchie