Christy Moore - Little musgrave
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GIt fell upon a hColy-day
As Gmany in the year,
GMusgrave to the Cchurch did go
to Gsee fine Cladies Gthere
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GAnd some were dressed in Cvelvet red
and Gsome in velvet pale
And Gthen in came Lord CBarnard's wife,
The Gfairest Camong them Gall.
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GShe cast an eye on CLittle Musgrave,
full Gbright as the summer sun;
Said Musgrave unto Chimself
"This Glady's Cheart have I Gwon."
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GI have loved you Cfair laGdy
for Glong and many's the day
and GI have loved you Clittle MusgGrave
though Gnever a Cword did Gsay
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G'I have a bower at CBucklesfordberry,
GIt's me hearts delight
GI'll take you back Cthere with me
If you'll Glie in my Carms all Gnight.'
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But Gstanding by was a Clittle footpage,
From the Glady's coach he ran.
'GAlthough I am my Clady's page,
I Gam Lord CBarnard's Gman.
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'Lord GBarnard shall Cknow of this,
GWhether I sink or swim;'
G c
And everywhere the bridges were broke,
He'd Genter the wCater and Gswim.
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" GLord Barnard, my CLord BarGnard,
you Gare a man of life,
but GMusgrave he's at CBucklesfordGberry,
GAsleep with your Cwedded Gwife.'
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G'If this be true, me lCittle footpage,
This Gthing that you tell me,
All the Ggold in CBucklesford Berry
GGladly I'll gCive to tGhee.
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G'But if this be a lie, thou lCittle foot page,
GThis thing that you tell me,
From the Ghighest tree in CBucklesfordberry,
GHanged you Cshall Gbe.'
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"Go Gsaddle me the Cblack he Gsaid
go sGaddle me the grey
and Gsound you not your hCorns," he Gsaid
"Glest our coming Cyou Gbetray"
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GBut there was a man in CLord Barnard's train
Who lGoved the little Musgrave
and he Gblew his horn both lCoud and shrill
G'Away, CMusgrave, Gaway.'
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G'I think I hear the Cmorning cock,
I tGhink I hear the jay;
GI think I hear Lord CBarnard's men,
And I Gwish I wCas aGway.'
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G'Lie still, lie still, thou CLittle Musgrave,
And Ghug me from the cold;
'It's Gonly a Cshepherd's boy,
A-bGringing his Cflock to fGold.
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'Is Gnot your hawk uCpon it's perch?
Your sGteed eats oats and hay;
And GYou've a lady iCn your arms,
And Gyet you'd Cgo Gaway?'
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So he's Gturned around and he's Ckissed her twice
and Gthen they fell asleep
when tGhey awoke Lord CBarnard's Men
were Gstanding Cat their Gfeet.
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G"How do you like me Cbed?" he sGaid, and
G"How do you like me sheets?"
"And Ghow do you like me Cfair laGdy ,
that Glies in you Carms Gasleep?"
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"It's Gwell I like your Cbed," he said
G" and great it gives me pain,
GI would gladly give a Chundred pounds
to Gbe on yConder Gplain.'
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So Gslowly, so slowly Che got up
So Gslowly he put on
GSlowly Cdown the stairs
GThinking Cto be Gslain.
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GRise up rise up,little CMusgGrave,
Grise up and then put on;
It Gshall not be said in Cfair IrelGand
that I Gslayed a Cnaked Gman.
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G'There are two swords Cdown at my side,
Gand dear they cost my purse;
GAnd you shall have the Cbest of them,
And GI will tCake the Gworse.'
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GThe first rook that CMusgrave struck
It Ghurt Lord Barnard sore;
But the Gnext rook that Lord BCarnard struck,
Little GMusgrave Cne'er struck Gmore.
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GThen up and Cspake the fair lady,
Gfrom on her bed she lay.'
'GAlthough you're dead, Little CMusgrave,
GStill for Cyou I"ll Gpray.
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G"How do you like his Ccheek?" he sGaid, and
G"how do you like his chin?
and Ghow do you like his Cdead bodGy,
now Gthere's no lCife wGithin."
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G"It's well I like his cCheek" she said,
"and Gmore I want his chin,
It's Gmore I love his dCead body, than
Gall your Ckith and Gkin."
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GHe's taken out his Clong,long sword,
to Gstrike the mortal blow,
and Gthrough, and through the lCady's heart
the Gcold steel Cit did Ggo
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G'A grave, a grave,' Lord CBarnard cried,
G'To put these lovers in;
But Gput my lady on the Cupper half,
For she Gcame from Cbetter Gkin.'
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G'For I've just killed the Cfinest knight
That Gever rode a steed;
And GI've just slain the fCairest lady
That Gever did a Cwoman's Gdeed."
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GIt fell upon a Choly-day
As mGany's in the year,
GMusgrave to the Cchurch did go
to Gsee fine Cladies tGhere