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    "Matty Groves" Lyrics

    Fairport Convention

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    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 about
    And there she saw little Matty Groves
    Walking in the crowd

    "Come home with me, little Matty Groves,
    Come home with me tonight.
    Come home with me, little Matty Groves
    And sleep with me 'til 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 Lord Donald's wife"

    "What if I am Lord Donald's wife,
    Lord Donald's not at home.
    He is out in the far cornfields,
    Bringing the yearlings home"

    And a servant who was standing by
    And hearing what was said
    He swore Lord Donald he would know
    Before the sun would set

    And in his hurry to carry the news
    He bent his breast and ran
    And when he came to the broad mill stream
    He took off his shoes and swam

    Little Matty Groves he lay down
    And took a little sleep
    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 sheets
    But better I like your lady wife
    Who lies in my arms asleep"

    "Well, get up! Get up!" Lord Donald cried
    "Get up as quick as you can!
    It'll never be said in fair England
    I slew a naked man"

    "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 knife"

    "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 can"

    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 he took his wife
    And he sat her upon his knee
    Saying, "Who do you like the best of us,
    Matty Groves or me?"

    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 kin."
    This song was submitted on December 25th, 2004 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing.
    Written by Ashley Hutchings, Emily Slade, Roger Wilson, Simon Care.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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