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Matty Groves - Fairport Convention
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
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
