Fairport Convention - Matty groves

And the first one of the ^Gyear Lord Darnell's wife came^G into the church The ^Amgospel ^Gfor to ^Amhear

^AmAnd when the meeting it was done She cast her eyes ab^Gout And there she saw little ^GMatty Groves ^AmWalking ^Gin the ^Amcrowd

^Am"Come home with me, little Matty Groves Come home with me ton^Gight Come home with me, little ^GMatty Groves And ^Amsleep with ^Gme 'til ^Amlight"

^Am"Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home And sleep with you to^Gnight By the rings on your fingers ^GI can tell You ^Amare Lord ^GDarnell's^Am wife"

^Am"But if I am Lord Darnell's wife Lord Darnell's not at^G home He is out in the ^Gfar cornfields ^AmBringing the ^Gyearlings ^Amhome"

^AmAnd a servant who was standing by And hearing what was ^Gsaid He swore Lord Darnell^G he would know Be^Amfore the ^Gsun would ^Amset

^AmAnd in his hurry to carry the news He bent his breast and ^Gran And when he came to the ^Gbroad mill stream He t^Amook off his ^Gshoes and ^Amswam

^AmLittle Matty Groves, he lay down And took a little ^Gsleep When he awoke Lord ^GDarnell Was ^Amstanding ^Gat his ^Amfeet

^AmSaying "How do you like my feather bed And how do you like my ^Gsheets How do you like my ^Glady Who ^Amlies in your ^Garms ^Amasleep?"

^Am"Oh well, I like your feather bed And well, I like your ^Gsheets But better I like your ^Glady gay Who ^Amlies in my ^Garms a^Amsleep"

^Am"Well, get up, get up", Lord Darnell cried "Get up as quick as you c^Gan It'll never be said in ^Gfair England I sl^Amew a ^Gnaked ^Amman"

^Am"Oh I can't get up, I won't get up I can't get up for my ^Glife For you have two long ^Gbeaten swords And ^AmI not a ^Gpocket ^Amknife"

^Am"Well it's true I have two beaten swords They cost me deep in the ^Gpurse But you will have the ^Gbetter of them And ^AmI will ^Ghave the ^Amworse"

^Am"And you will strike the very first blow And strike it like a ^Gman I will strike the ve^Gry next blow And I'll ^Amkill you i^Gf I ^Amcan"

^AmSo Matty struck the very first blow And he hurt Lord Darnell ^Gsore Lord Darnell struck the v^Gery next blow And ^AmMatty s^Gtruck no ^Ammore

^AmAnd then Lord Darnell he took his wife And he sat her on his kne^Ge Saying, "Who do like the ^Gbest of us ^AmMatty G^Groves or ^Amme?"

^AmAnd then up spoke his own dear wife Never heard to speak so f^Gree "I'd rather a kiss from dead ^GMatty's lips Than^Am you and your ^Gfiner^Amy"

^AmLord Darnell he jumped up And loudly he did ^Gbawl He stuck his wife right ^Gthrough the heart And ^Ampinned her aga^Ginst the ^Amwall

^Am"A grave, a grave", Lord Darnell cried "To put these lovers ^Gin But bury my lady ^Gat the top For ^Amshe was of ^Gnoble ^Amkin"