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