| A holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the year
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| Lord Arnold’s wife to the church did go, the Gospel for to hear
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| And when the meeting it was done, she cast her eyes about
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| And there she spied little Matty Groves, walking in the crowd
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| «Come home with me little Matty Groves, come home with me tonight
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| Come home with me little Matty Groves, and sleep with me till light.»
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| «Oh I can’t come home and I won’t come home, to sleep with you tonight
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| By the rings on your fingers I can tell, you are Lord Arnold’s wife.»
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| «What if I am Lord Arnold’s wife, he is not at home
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| He’s away in the far cornfields, he’s bringing the yearlings home.»
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| A servant who was standing by, hearing what was said
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| Swore Lord Arnold he would know before the sun had set
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| And in his hurry to carry the news, he bent his breast and ran
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| And when he came to the broad mill stream, he took off his shoes and swam
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| Little Matty Groves, he lay down and took a little sleep
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| And when he woke Lord Donald was standing at his feet
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| Saying «How do you like my feather bed, and how do you like my sheets
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| And how do you like my lady gay who lies in your arms asleep?»
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| «Oh it’s well I like your feather bed, better I like your sheets
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| Best of all I like your lady who lies in my arms asleep.»
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| «Get up, get up,"Lord Arnold cried, «get up as quick as you can
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| For they’ll never say in England that I killed a sleeping man.»
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| «Oh I can’t get up, I won’t get up, I wouldn’t get up for my life
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| For you have two long beaten swords, and I not a pocket knife.»
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| «It's true I have two beaten swords, and they cost me deep in my purse
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| But you shall have the better of them, and I will use the worse
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| «And you shall strike me the very first blow, strike it like a man!
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| For I will strike the very nex blow, I’ll kill you if I can.»
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| So Matty struck the very first blow, and he hurt Lord Arnold sore
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| Lord Arnold struck the very next blow, and Matty struck no more
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| And then Lord Arnold he took his wife, and set her on his knee
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| Saying «Who do you like the best of us now, your dead Matty Groves or me?»
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| And then up spoke his own dear wife, never heard to speak so free
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| «I had rather a kiss from dead Matty’s lips than you and your finery.»
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| At that Lord Arnold he did jump up and loudly did he bawl
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| He struck his wife right through the heart and pinned her against the wall
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| «A grave, a grave,"Lord Arnold cried, «to put these lovers in
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| But bury my lady at the top, for she was of noble kin.» |