Matty Groves chords and lyrics - FAIRPORT CONVENTION

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[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
[D]A holiday, a holiday,
and the first one of the year
Lord Donald's wife came [C]into the church,
the gospel for to [Dm]hear
And when [D]the meeting it was done,
she cast her eyes about
And there she saw little [C]Matty Groves,
walking in the [D]crowd
"Come home with me, little Matty Groves,
come home with me tonight
Come home with me, little [C]Matty Groves,
and [D]sleep with me [C]till [Dm]light"
"Oh, I can't [D]come home,
I won't come home and sleep with you tonight
[Dm]By the rings on your fingers I can[C]
tell you are my master's [Dm]wife"
[D]"But if I a[Dm]m Lord Donald's wife,
Lord Donald's not at home
He is [D]out in the [C]far cornfields [D]bringing [C]the yearlings
[Dm]home"
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[Verse 2]
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And a ser[Dm]vant who was standing by
and hearing what [D]was said
He swore Lord Donald he [C]would know
before the sun would [Dm]set
And in his hurry to carry the news,
he bent his breast and ran
And when [D]he came to the [C]broad millstream,
he took off his shoes and he [D]swam

[Interlude 1]
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[Verse 3]
[Dm]Little Matty Groves,
he lay down and took [D]a little [Dm]sleep
When he awoke,
Lord [C]Donald was stand[Dm]ing a[C]t [D]his feet
Saying [Dm]"How do you like my [D]feather
bed and how do you like my sheets
[Dm]How do you like my lady [C]who
lies in your arms asleep[Dm]?"
[D]"Oh, well I like your feather bed
and well I like your sheets
But better I like your [C]lady gay
who lies in my arms asleep"
[D]"Well, get up, get up," Lor[Dm]d Donald cried,
"get up as quick as [D]you can
It'll never be said in [C]fair England
that I [Dm]slew a na[C]ked [D]man"
"Oh, I [Dm]can 't get up, I won't get up,
I can't get up for my life
For you have two long [C]beaten swords
and [D]I not a p[C]ocket k[D]nife"
"Well it's [Dm]true I have two beaten swords
and they cost me deep in the purse
But you will have the bet[C]ter of them
and [Dm]I will hav[C]e the wo[D]rse
[Dm]And you will strike the [D]very first
[Dm]blow [D]and strike it like [Dm]a man
I will strike the very [C]next blow and I'll
[Dm]kill you [C]if I [Dm]can"
[D][Dm][D][C]

[Verse 4]
[D][C][D]
[Dm]So Matty struck the very first blow
and he hurt Lord Donald [D]sore
Lord Donald struck the very [C]next
blow and [Dm]Matty struck [C]no [D]more
And [Dm]then Lord Donald [D]took his wife
and he sat her on his knee
[Dm]Saying "Who do you like the best [C]of us,
Matty Groves or [D]me?"
And then up [Dm]spoke his own dear wife,
never heard to speak [D]so free
"I'd rather a kiss from [C]dead Matty's lips
than [D]you [C]or your finery"[D][Dm]

[Interlude 2]
[D][C][Dm]
Lord Donald he jumped [D]up and

[Verse 5]
loudly he did bawl
He struck his wife right [C]through the heart
and pinned her against the [D]wall
[Dm]"A grave, a grave," Lord Donald cried,
"to put these [D]lovers in
But [Dm]bury my lady [C]at the top for she was [D]of noble[Dm][D][C][D][C][Dm][D][A]
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