Fairport Convention – Matty Groves chords

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DmA holiday, A holiday
FAnd the first one of the year
CLord Darnell's wife came into the church
Dm C Dm The gospel for to hear
DmAnd when the meeting it was done
FShe cast her eyes about
CAnd there she saw little Matty Groves
Dm C Dm Walking in the crowd
Dm"Come home with me, little Matty Groves
FCome home with me tonight
CCome home with me, little Matty Groves
Dm C DmAnd sleep with me 'til light"
Dm"Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home
FAnd sleep with you tonight
CBy the rings on your fingers I can tell
Dm C DmYou are Lord Darnell's wife"
Dm"But if I am Lord Darnell's wife
FLord Darnell's not at home
CHe is out in the far cornfields
Dm C DmBringing the yearlings home"
DmAnd a servant who was standing by
FAnd hearing what was said
CHe swore Lord Darnell he would know
Dm C DmBefore the sun would set
DmAnd in his hurry to carry the news
FHe bent his breast and ran
CAnd when he came to the broad mill stream
Dm C DmHe took off his shoes and swam
DmLittle Matty Groves, he lay down
FAnd took a little sleep
CWhen he awoke Lord Darnell
Dm C DmWas standing at his feet
DmSaying "How do you like my feather bed
FAnd how do you like my sheets
CHow do you like my lady
Dm C DmWho lies in your arms asleep?"
Dm"Oh well, I like your feather bed
FAnd well, I like your sheets
CBut better I like your lady gay
Dm C DmWho lies in my arms asleep"
Dm"Well, get up, get up", Lord Darnell cried
F"Get up as quick as you can
CIt'll never be said in fair England
Dm C DmI slew a naked man"
Dm"Oh I can't get up, I won't get up
FI can't get up for my life
CFor you have two long beaten swords
Dm C DmAnd I not a pocket knife"
Dm"Well it's true I have two beaten swords
FThey cost me deep in the purse
CBut you will have the better of them
Dm C DmAnd I will have the worse"
Dm"And you will strike the very first blow
FAnd strike it like a man
CI will strike the very next blow
Dm C DmAnd I'll kill you if I can"
DmSo Matty struck the very first blow
FAnd he hurt Lord Darnell sore
CLord Darnell struck the very next blow
Dm C DmAnd Matty struck no more
DmAnd then Lord Darnell he took his wife
FAnd he sat her on his knee
CSaying, "Who do like the best of us
Dm C DmMatty Groves or me?"
DmAnd then up spoke his own dear wife
FNever heard to speak so free
C"I'd rather a kiss from dead Matty's lips
Dm C DmThan you and your finery"
DmLord Darnell he jumped up
FAnd loudly he did bawl
CHe stuck his wife right through the heart
Dm C DmAnd pinned her against the wall
Dm"A grave, a grave", Lord Darnell cried
F"To put these lovers in
CBut bury my lady at the top
Dm C DmFor she was of noble kin"
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