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MATTIE GROVES (Traditional English) Hi ho, hi ho, on high holiday, the best day of the year Little Mattie Groves to church did go, some holy words to hear Some holy words to hear He saw two ladies dressed in black, as they came into view Lord Arlen's wife was gaily clad, a flower among the few A flower among the few She tripped up to Mattie Groves, her eyes so low cast down Sayin stay, oh stay, come with me pray as you pass through the town As you pass through the town I cannot go, I dare not go, I fear it would mean my life For I see by the little ring you wear you are Lord Arlen's wife You're the great Lord Arlen's wife. This may be false, this may be true, I can't deny it all Lord Arlen's gone to consecrate King Henry at Whitehall King Henry at Whitehall Her little page did listen well to all that they did say And err the sun did rise again, he quickly sped away He quickly sped away And he did run the King's highway, he swam across the tide He ne'er did stop until he came to the great Lord Arlen's side To the great Lord Arlen's side How now, how now my bully boy? What news brings you to me? My castle burnt, my tenants robbed, my lady with baby? My lady with baby? No harm has come to your house and lands, his little page did say But Mattie Groves is bedded up with your fair lady gay With your fair lady gay Lord Arlen called his merry men, he bade them with him go he bade them nary a word to speak and nary a horn to blow And nary a horn to blow Now among Lord Arlen's merry men was one who wished no ill nd the bravest lad among the crew blew his horn so loud and shrill Blew his horn so loud and shrill What's this, what's this cried Mattie Groves, what's this that I do hear It must be Lord Arlen's merry men, the ones that I do fear The ones that I do fear Lie down, lie down little Mattie Groves and keep my back from cold It's only Lord Arlen's merry men calling the sheep to fold Calling the sheep to fold Little Mattie Groves he did lie down, he took a nap asleep And when he awoke Lord Arlen was standing at his feet A-standin at his feet How now, how now, my bully boy, how do you like my sheets? And how do you like your fair young bride who lies in your arms asleep? Who lies in your arms asleep? Oh it's very well I like your bed and it's fine I like your sheets But it's best I like your fair young bride who lies in my arms asleep Who lies in my arms asleep Rise up, rise up little Mattie Groves as fast as e'er ye can In England it shall ne'er be said that I slew a sleepin man I slew a sleepin man Now the first to struck little Mattie struck, he hurt Lord Arlen sore But the next to stroke Lord Arlen struck little Mattie struck no more Little Mattie struck no more How now, how now my fair young bride, draw on your pretty clothes Now tell me do you like me best, or like your Mattie Groves Or the dying Mattie Groves She picked up Mattie's dying head she kissed from cheek to chin Said it's Mattie Groves I'd rather have than Lord Arlen and all his kin Lord Arlen and all his kin Woe is me, woe is me, why staid ye not your hand For you have killed the fairest lad in all of England In all of England *************** MATTIE GROVES (Alternate Version) (Traditional English) A holiday, a holiday, the first one of the year Lord Arlen's wife came into church the gospel for to hear. And when the meeting it was done she cast her eyes about And there she saw little Mattie Groves, walking in the park. Come home with me little Mattie Groves, come home with me tonight Come home with me little Mattie Groves and sleep with me tonight. Oh I can't come home, I won't come home and sleep with you tonight By the rings on your fingers I can tell you are Lord Arlen's wife. 'Tis true I am Lord Arlen's wife, Lord Arlen's not at home He is out to the far corn fields, bringing the yearlings home. And the sun who was standing by and hearing what was said He saw Lord Arlen, he would know, before the sun would set. And in his hurry to carry the news, he filled his breast and ran And when he came to the broad mill stream he took off his shoes and swam Little Mattie Groves, he lay down and took a little sleep When he awoke Lord Arlen, was standing at his feet Saying how do you like my feather bed and how do you like my sheets And how do you like my lady, who lies in your arms asleep. Oh well I like your feather bed and well I like your sheets But better I like your lady maid who lies in my arms asleep. Well Get Up! Get Up! Lord Arlen cried, Get Up as quick as you can It'll never be said in fair England I slew a naked man! Oh I won't get up, I won't get up, I can't get up for my life For you have two long beaten swords and I have but a pocket knife. Well it's true I have two beaten swords, they cost me deep in the purse But you will have the better of them and I will have the worst. And you will strike the very first blow and strike it like a man I will strike the very next blow and I'll kill you if I can. So Mattie struck the very first blow and he hurt Lord Arlen sore Lord Arlen struck the very next blow and Mattie struck no more. And then Lord Arlen he took his wife, he sat her on his knee Saying who do you like the best of us, Mattie Groves or me. And then spoke up his own dear wife never heard to speak so free I'd rather kiss one dead Mattie's lips than you and your finery. Lord Arlen he jumped up and loudly he did bawl He stuck his wife right through the heart and pinned her against the wall. A grave, a grave, Lord Arlen cried, to put these lovers in But bury my lady at the top for she was of noble kin.

    


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