Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Matty Groves , by - Fiddler's Green. Song from the album On And On, in the genre Фолк-рокRelease date: 31.12.1996
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Matty Groves |
| A holiday, a holiday |
| The first one of the year |
| Lord Arnold’s wife came into the church |
| The gospel for to hear |
| And when the meeting it was done |
| She cast her eyes about |
| And there she saw little Matty Groves |
| Walking in the crowd |
| «Come home with me |
| Little Matty Groves |
| Come home with me tonight |
| Come home with me, little Matty Groves |
| And sleep with me till light.» |
| «Oh I can’t come home and |
| I won’t go home |
| And sleep with you tonight |
| By the rings on your fingers I can see |
| That you are my master’s wife.» |
| «And what if I’m Lord Arnold’s wife |
| For he is not at home |
| He is out in the far country |
| Bringing the yearlings home.» |
| So little Matty Groves, he lay down |
| And took a little sleep |
| When he awoke Lord Arnold |
| He was standing by his feet |
| Saying «How do you like my feather bed |
| And how do you like my sheets? |
| How do you like my lady wife |
| Who lies in your arms asleep?» |
| «Oh well, I like your feather bed |
| Better I like your sheets |
| Best of all I like your lady gay |
| Who lies in my arms asleep.» |
| «Get up! |
| Get up!» |
| Lord Arnold cried |
| «Get up as quick as you can |
| Let it never be said in fair England |
| That I slew a naked man.» |
| «Oh I won’t get up and I won’t get up |
| I can’t get up for my life |
| For you have two long beaten swords |
| And I not a pocket knife.» |
| «Well it’s true I have two beaten swords |
| And they cost me deep in the purse |
| But you will have the better of them |
| And I will have the worse.» |
| So Matty struck the very first blow |
| And he hurt Lord Arnold sore |
| Lord Arnold struck the very next blow |
| And Matty struck up the floor |
| And then he took his own dear wife |
| And sat her down on his knee |
| Saying «who do you like the best of us now |
| Your dead Matty Groves or me?» |
| And then spoke up his own dear wife |
| Never heard her speak so free |
| «I'd rather a kiss from dead Matty’s lips |
| Than you or your finery» |
| And then Lord Arnold he jumped up |
| And loudly did he bawl |
| He struck his wife right through the heart |
| And pinned her up to the wall |
| «Oh a grave, a grave», Lord Arnold cried |
| «to put these lovers in |
| Won’t you bury my lady at the top |
| For she was a noble kin |