Matty Groves Chords & Lyrics by Fairport Convention
Matty Groves
guitar chords lyrics
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A holiday, A holiday
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And the first one of the year
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Lord Darnell's wife came into the church
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The gospel for to hear
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And when the meeting it was done
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She cast her eyes about
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And there she saw little Matty Groves
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Walking in the crowd
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"Come home with me, little Matty Groves
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Come home with me tonight
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Come home with me, little Matty Groves
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And sleep with me 'til light"
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"Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home
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And sleep with you tonight
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By the rings on your fingers I can tell
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You are Lord Darnell's wife"
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"But if I am Lord Darnell's wife
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Lord Darnell's not at home
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He is out in the far cornfields
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Bringing the yearlings home"
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And a servant who was standing by
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And hearing what was said
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He swore Lord Darnell he would know
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Before the sun would set
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And in his hurry to carry the news
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He bent his breast and ran
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And when he came to the broad mill stream
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He took off his shoes and swam
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Little Matty Groves, he lay down
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And took a little sleep
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When he awoke Lord Darnell
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Was standing at his feet
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Saying "How do you like my feather bed
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And how do you like my sheets
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How do you like my lady
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Who lies in your arms asleep?"
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"Oh well, I like your feather bed
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And well, I like your sheets
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But better I like your lady gay
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Who lies in my arms asleep"
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"Well, get up, get up", Lord Darnell cried
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"Get up as quick as you can
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It'll never be said in fair England
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I slew a naked man"
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"Oh I can't get up, I won't get up
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I can't get up for my life
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For you have two long beaten swords
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And I not a pocket knife"
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"Well it's true I have two beaten swords
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They cost me deep in the purse
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But you will have the better of them
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And I will have the worse"
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"And you will strike the very first blow
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And strike it like a man
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I will strike the very next blow
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And I'll kill you if I can"
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So Matty struck the very first blow
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And he hurt Lord Darnell sore
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Lord Darnell struck the very next blow
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And Matty struck no more
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And then Lord Darnell he took his wife
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And he sat her on his knee
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Saying, "Who do like the best of us
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Matty Groves or me?"
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And then up spoke his own dear wife
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Never heard to speak so free
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"I'd rather a kiss from dead Matty's lips
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Than you and your finery"
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Lord Darnell he jumped up
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And loudly he did bawl
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He stuck his wife right through the heart
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And pinned her against the wall
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"A grave, a grave", Lord Darnell cried
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"To put these lovers in
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But bury my lady at the top
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For she was of noble kin"
