Chords for Alela Diane & Alina Hardin - Matty Groves (Child 81)

[N] _ [B] A holiday, a holiday, the first one of the [F#m] year
Lord Arlen's wife came [A] into the church, the gospel for to hear
_ [B] And when the meeting it was done, she cast [Bm] her eyes about
And there she saw little [E] Matty Groves, walking in the [B] crowd
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Come home with me, little Matty Groves, come home with me tonight
[D] Come home with me, little [A] Matty Groves, and sleep with me [Bm] till night
Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home, sleep with you [D] tonight
_ By the rings on your [A] fingers I can tell, you are my [B] master's wife
Well, if I am Lord [Bm] Arlen's wife, Lord Arlen's not [D] at home
_ _ He's out in [A] the far _ cornfields, bringing the [Bm] yearlings home
And a servant who was standing by and hearing what was said
[D] He swore Lord Arlen [A] he would know before the sun would [Bm] set
And in his hurry to carry the news, he bent his breast and [D] ran
And when he came to the [A] Broadmill stream, he took off his shoes [Bm] and _ swam _ _ _ _ _
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Matty Groves he lay down and took a little [D] sleep
When he awoke, Lord [A] Arlen was standing at [Bm] his feet _
Saying, how do you like my feather bed, how do you like my [D] sheets
How do you like my [A] lady, who lies in your [Bm] arms asleep
_ Oh, well I like your feather bed, and well I like your [D] sheets
But better I lay [A] down and take a little sleep _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ Well, get up, get up, Lord Arlen cried, get up as quick as you [D] can
It'll never be said in fair [A] England that I slew a naked [Bm] man
_ Well, I can't get up, I won't get up, I can't get up for my [D] life
For you have two long [A] beaten swords and I ain't not a [Bm] pocket knife
Well, it's true I have two beating swords and they cost me deep in the purse
[D] But you will have the [A] better of them and I will [Bm] have the worst
And you will strike the very first blow and strike it like a man
[D] _ And I will strike the [A] very next blow and I'll kill you if [Bm] I can
So Matty struck the very first blow, he hurt Lord Arlen [D] so
Lord Arlen struck the very [A] next blow and Matty struck [Bm] no more
And then Lord Arlen took his wife and sat her on his [D] knee
Saying, who do you like the [A] best of us, Matty, [Bm] Groves or me?
_ And then up spoke his own dear wife, never heard to speak so free
[D] _ I'd rather kiss from [A] dead Matty's lips than you or your [Bm] finery _
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_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ Lord Arlen, he jumped up and loudly he did bawl
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He struck his wife right through [A] the heart and pinned her against [Bm] the wall
Oh grave, oh grave, Lord Arlen cried to put these lovers [D] in
But buried my lady at [A] the top, she was of [Bm] no good kin
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