Matty Groves
trad. / Fairport Convention: Liege & Lief (1969)
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| 1. | A holiday a holiday and the first one of the year. |
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| _ Lord Arnold's wife came | into the church, the | gospel | for to | hear. |
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| 2. | When the meeting it was done she cast her eyes about, |
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| _ And there she saw little | Matty Groves, | walking | in the | park. |
| 3. "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." | |
| 4. "Oh I can't come, I won't come and sleep with you tonight. | |
| _ By the rings on your fingers I can tell you are Lord Arnold's wife." | |
| 5. "What if I am Lord Arnold's wife, Lord Arnold is not at home, | |
| _ He is out in the far corn fields, bringing the yearlings home." | |
| 6. And a servant who was standing by and hearing what was said, | |
| _ He swore Lord Arnold he would know before the sun would set. | |
| 7. And in his hurry to carry the news, he filled his breast and ran, | |
| _ And when he came to the broad mill stream he took off his shoes and swam. | |
| 8. Little Matty Groves, he lay down and took a little sleep. | |
| _ When he awoke, Lord Arnold he was standing at his feet. | |
| 9. Saying "How do you like my feather bed and how do you like my sheets? | |
| _ And how do you like my lady, who lies in your arms asleep?" | |
| 10. "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." | |
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| 11. " | Well Get Up! Get Up!" Lord Arnold cried, "Get Up as quick as you can! |
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| _ It'll never be said in | fair England I | slew a | naked | man!" |
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| 12. " | Oh I won't get up, I won't get up, I can't get up for my life. |
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| _ For you have two long | beaten swords and | I not a | pocket | knife." |
| 13. "Well it's true I have two beaten swords, they cost me deep in the purse. | |
| _ But you will have the better of them and I will have the worst. | |
| 14. "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." | |
| 15. So Matty struck the very first blow and he hurt Lord Arnold sore. | |
| _ Lord Arnold struck the very next blow and Matty struck no more. | |
| 16. And then Lord Arnold he took his wife and sat her on his knee, | |
| _ Saying "Who do you love the best of us, Your Matty Groves or me?" | |
| 17. And then spoke up 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." | |
| 18. Lord Arnold he jumped up and loudly he did bawl, | |
| _ He stuck his wife right through the heart and pinned her against the wall. | |
| 19. "Oh, a grave! A grave!" Lord Arnold cried, "To put these lovers in. | |
| _ But bury my lady at the top for she was of noble kin." | |
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