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    "Matty Groves" Lyrics

    Fiddlers Green

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    A holiday, a holiday
    the first one of the year
    Lord Arnold'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 till light!"

    "Oh I can't go home and I won't go home
    and sleep with you tonight
    By the rings on your fingers I can see
    that you are my master's wife."

    "And what if I am Lord Arnold's wife
    For he is not at home
    He is out in the far country
    bringing the yearlings home"

    So little Matty Groves, he lay down
    and took a little sleep
    When he awoke Lord Arnold
    He was standing by his feet

    Saying, "How do you like my feather bed
    and how do you like my sheets?
    How do you like my lady wife
    who lies in your arms asleep?"

    "Oh well, I like your feather bed
    better I like your sheets
    Best of all I like your lady gay
    who lies in my arms asleep"

    "Get up, get up", Lord Arnold cried,
    "Get up as quick as you can
    Let it never be said in fair England
    that I slew a naked man"

    "Oh I won't get up, and 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"

    So Matty struck the very first blow
    and he hurt Lord Arnold sore
    Lord Arnold struck the very next blow
    and Matty struck the floor

    And then he took his own dear wife
    and sat her down on his knee
    saying "who do you like the best of us now
    Your dead Matty Groves or me?"

    And spoke up his own dear wife
    never heard her speak so free
    "I'd rather a kiss from dead Matty's lips
    than you or your finery"

    And then Lord Arnold he jumped up
    and loudly did he bawl
    He struck his wife right through the heart
    and he pinned her up to the wall

    "Oh, a grave, a grave", Lord Arnold cried
    to put these lovers in
    Won't you bury my lady at the top
    for she was a noble kin
    This song was submitted on March 4th, 2007 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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