Matty Groves Lyrics

A holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the year
Lord Donald's wife came into the church, the gospel for
to hear
And when the meeting it was done, she cast her eyes
And there she saw little Matty Groves, walking in the
"Come home with me, little Matty Groves, come home with
me tonight
Come home with me, little Matty Groves, and sleep with
me till light"
"Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home and sleep
with you tonight
By the rings on your fingers I can tell you are my
master's wife"
"But if I am Lord Donald's wife, Lord Donald's not at
He is out in the far cornfields bringing the yearlings

And a servant who was standing by and hearing what was
He swore Lord Donald he would know before the sun would
And in his hurry to carry the news, he bent his breast
and ran
And when he came to the broad millstream, he took off
his shoes and he swam

Little Matty Groves, he lay down and took a little
When he awoke, Lord Donald was standing at his feet
Saying "How do you like my feather bed and how do you
like my sheets
How do you like my lady who lies in your arms asleep?"
"Oh, well I like your feather bed and well I like your
But better I like your lady gay who lies in my arms
"Well, get up, get up," Lord Donald cried, "get up as
quick as you can
It'll never be said in fair England that I slew a naked
"Oh, I can't get up, I won't get up, I can't get up for
my life
For you have two long beaten swords and I not a pocket
"Well it's true I have two beaten swords and they cost
me deep in the purse
But you will have the better of them and I will have
the worse
And you will strike the very first blow and strike it
like a man
I will strike the very next blow and I'll kill you if I

So Matty struck the very first blow and he hurt Lord
Donald sore
Lord Donald struck the very next blow and Matty struck
no more
And then Lord Donald took his wife and he sat her on
his knee
Saying "Who do you like the best of us, Matty Groves or
And then up spoke his own dear wife, never heard to
speak so free
"I'd rather a kiss from dead Matty's lips than you or
your finery"

Lord Donald he jumped up and loudly he did bawl
He struck his wife right through the heart and pinned
her against the wall
"A grave, a grave," Lord Donald cried, "to put these
lovers in
But bury my lady at the top for she was of noble kind

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