Matty Groves

歌詞

A holiday, a holiday The first one of the year Lord Arland'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 come home, I won't come home Sleep with you tonight By the rings on your fingers I can tell You are my master's wife" "Well, if I am Lord Arland's wife Lord Arland'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 Arland 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 millstream He took off his shoes and swam Matty Groves, he lay down And took a little sleep When he awoke, Lord Arland Was standing at his feet Saying "How do you like my feather bed 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 gay Who lies in my arms asleep" "Well, get up, get up," Lord Arland cried "Get up as quick as you can It'll never be said in fair England That I slew a naked man" "Well, 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 And 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 Arland sore Lord Arland struck the very next blow And Matty struck no more And then Lord Arland took his wife And sat her on 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 Arland 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 Arland cried "To put these lovers in But bury my lady at the top She was of noble kin"