Chords for Matty Groves
Tempo:
108.9 bpm
Chords used:
Dm
C
D
A
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

Start Jamming...
[C] [A] [Dm]
[D] [Dm] [C]
[D] [Dm]
A [D] holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the year.
Lord Donald's wife stepped into the church, the gospel for to [A] hear.
[Dm] When the meeting it was done, she cast her eyes about.
That's where she spied a little Matty [D] Groves, walking [C] in the [Dm] crowd.
Come home with me, little Matty Groves, come home with me tonight.
Come home with [C] me, little Matty [Dm] Groves, and [A] sleep with [Dm] me till the light.
Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home and sleep with you tonight.
By the rings on your fingers I [D] can see you are [C] Lord [Dm] Donald's wife.
What if I am Lord Donald's wife?
Lord Donald's not at home.
He's [C] out in the far [Dm]
[A] cornfields bringing the [Dm] yearlings home.
And
[C] [Dm] [A]
[Dm]
[C] [Dm] [C]
[Dm]
[D] a servant who was standing by and hearing what was said,
he swore Lord Donald he would know before the sun would set.
And in his hurry to carry the news, he bent his breast and ran.
And when he came to the Broadmill [D] stream, he [C] took off his [Dm] shoes and swam.
[C] [D] [Dm]
[A] [Dm]
[D]
Little Matty Groves, he laid down and took a little sleep.
When he [Dm] awoke, Lord Donald, he was standing at his feet,
saying, how do you like my feather bed?
How do you like my sheets?
How do you like my [D] lady who lies [G] in your arms [Dm]
asleep?
Well, well, I like your feather bed.
Well, I like your sheets.
But better I like your lady [D] gay who lies in [C] my arms [Dm] asleep.
Well, get up, get up, Lord Donald cried.
Get up as quick as you can.
It'll never be [C] said in fair England [D] that I [C] slew a [Dm] naked man.
Oh, I can't get up.
I won't get up.
I can't get up for my life.
For you have two long beaten [D] swords and I [C] not a pocket [Dm] knife.
Well, it's true I have two beaten swords and they cost me deep in the purse.
But you shall [C] have the better of [Dm] them and [C] I will [Dm] have the worse.
And you will strike the very first blow and strike it like a man.
And I will [C] strike the very next blow [Dm] and I'll kill you if I can.
[A]
[Dm]
[A]
[Dm]
So Matty struck the very first blow and he hurt Lord Donald's sore.
Lord Donald struck the very next blow and Matty struck no more.
And then Lord Donald took his wife and sat her on his knee.
Saying, who do you like the best of us?
[C] Matty grows [Dm] on me.
And then up spoke his own dear wife, never heard to speak so free.
I'd rather a [C] kiss from dead [D] Matty's lips than [C] you or your [Dm] finery.
[C] [Dm] [C]
[Dm]
[C] [Dm] [C]
[Dm]
Lord [D] Donald he jumped up and loudly hit it ball.
He struck his wife right through [A] the heart and he pinned her against the wall.
[Dm] Brave and brave Lord Donald cried to put these lovers in.
But bury my [C] lady at the [D] top for [C] she was a [Dm] noble old tin.
[C] [C] [Dm]
[C] [A] [Dm]
[C] [Dm]
[C] [Dm] [C]
[D]
[A]
[D] [Dm] [C]
[D] [Dm]
A [D] holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the year.
Lord Donald's wife stepped into the church, the gospel for to [A] hear.
[Dm] When the meeting it was done, she cast her eyes about.
That's where she spied a little Matty [D] Groves, walking [C] in the [Dm] crowd.
Come home with me, little Matty Groves, come home with me tonight.
Come home with [C] me, little Matty [Dm] Groves, and [A] sleep with [Dm] me till the light.
Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home and sleep with you tonight.
By the rings on your fingers I [D] can see you are [C] Lord [Dm] Donald's wife.
What if I am Lord Donald's wife?
Lord Donald's not at home.
He's [C] out in the far [Dm]
[A] cornfields bringing the [Dm] yearlings home.
And
[C] [Dm] [A]
[Dm]
[C] [Dm] [C]
[Dm]
[D] a servant who was standing by and hearing what was said,
he swore Lord Donald he would know before the sun would set.
And in his hurry to carry the news, he bent his breast and ran.
And when he came to the Broadmill [D] stream, he [C] took off his [Dm] shoes and swam.
[C] [D] [Dm]
[A] [Dm]
[D]
Little Matty Groves, he laid down and took a little sleep.
When he [Dm] awoke, Lord Donald, he was standing at his feet,
saying, how do you like my feather bed?
How do you like my sheets?
How do you like my [D] lady who lies [G] in your arms [Dm]
asleep?
Well, well, I like your feather bed.
Well, I like your sheets.
But better I like your lady [D] gay who lies in [C] my arms [Dm] asleep.
Well, get up, get up, Lord Donald cried.
Get up as quick as you can.
It'll never be [C] said in fair England [D] that I [C] slew a [Dm] naked man.
Oh, I can't get up.
I won't get up.
I can't get up for my life.
For you have two long beaten [D] swords and I [C] not a pocket [Dm] knife.
Well, it's true I have two beaten swords and they cost me deep in the purse.
But you shall [C] have the better of [Dm] them and [C] I will [Dm] have the worse.
And you will strike the very first blow and strike it like a man.
And I will [C] strike the very next blow [Dm] and I'll kill you if I can.
[A]
[Dm]
[A]
[Dm]
So Matty struck the very first blow and he hurt Lord Donald's sore.
Lord Donald struck the very next blow and Matty struck no more.
And then Lord Donald took his wife and sat her on his knee.
Saying, who do you like the best of us?
[C] Matty grows [Dm] on me.
And then up spoke his own dear wife, never heard to speak so free.
I'd rather a [C] kiss from dead [D] Matty's lips than [C] you or your [Dm] finery.
[C] [Dm] [C]
[Dm]
[C] [Dm] [C]
[Dm]
Lord [D] Donald he jumped up and loudly hit it ball.
He struck his wife right through [A] the heart and he pinned her against the wall.
[Dm] Brave and brave Lord Donald cried to put these lovers in.
But bury my [C] lady at the [D] top for [C] she was a [Dm] noble old tin.
[C] [C] [Dm]
[C] [A] [Dm]
[C] [Dm]
[C] [Dm] [C]
[D]
[A]
Key:
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Dm
C
D
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_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [Dm] _ [C] _
[D] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
A [D] holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the year.
Lord Donald's wife stepped into the church, the gospel for to [A] hear.
[Dm] When the meeting it was done, she cast her eyes about.
That's where she spied a little Matty [D] Groves, walking [C] in the [Dm] crowd.
Come home with me, little Matty Groves, come home with me tonight.
Come home with [C] me, little Matty [Dm] Groves, and [A] sleep with [Dm] me till the light.
Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home and sleep with you tonight.
By the rings on your fingers I [D] can see you are [C] Lord [Dm] Donald's wife.
What if I am Lord Donald's wife?
Lord Donald's not at home.
He's [C] out in the far [Dm]
[A] cornfields bringing the [Dm] yearlings home.
And _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [Dm] _ [A] _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [Dm] _ [C] _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] a servant who was standing by and hearing what was said,
he swore Lord Donald he would know before the sun would set.
And in his hurry to carry the news, he bent his breast and ran.
And when he came to the Broadmill [D] stream, he [C] took off his [Dm] shoes and _ swam. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [D] _ [Dm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
Little Matty Groves, he laid down and took a little sleep.
When he [Dm] awoke, Lord Donald, he was standing at his feet,
saying, how do you like my feather bed?
How do you like my sheets?
How do you like my [D] lady who lies [G] in your arms [Dm]
asleep?
Well, well, I like your feather bed.
Well, I like your sheets.
But better I like your lady [D] gay who lies in [C] my arms [Dm] asleep.
Well, get up, get up, Lord Donald cried.
Get up as quick as you can.
It'll never be [C] said in fair England [D] that I [C] slew a [Dm] naked man.
Oh, I can't get up.
I won't get up.
I can't get up for my life.
For you have two long beaten [D] swords and I [C] not a pocket [Dm] knife.
Well, it's true I have two beaten swords and they cost me deep in the purse.
But you shall [C] have the better of [Dm] them and [C] I will [Dm] have the worse.
And you will strike the very first blow and strike it like a man.
And I will [C] strike the very next blow [Dm] and I'll kill you if I can. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ So Matty struck the very first blow and he hurt Lord Donald's sore.
Lord Donald struck the very next blow and Matty struck no more.
And then Lord Donald took his wife and sat her on his knee.
Saying, who do you like the best of us?
[C] Matty grows [Dm] on me.
And then up spoke his own dear wife, never heard to speak so free.
I'd rather a [C] kiss from dead [D] Matty's lips than [C] you or your [Dm] finery. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [Dm] _ [C] _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [Dm] _ [C] _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Lord [D] Donald he jumped up and loudly hit it ball.
He struck his wife right through [A] the heart and he pinned her against the wall.
[Dm] Brave and brave Lord Donald cried to put these lovers in.
But bury my [C] lady at the [D] top for [C] she was a [Dm] noble old tin. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [C] _ [Dm] _
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_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [A] _ [Dm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [Dm] _ [C] _
[D] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
A [D] holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the year.
Lord Donald's wife stepped into the church, the gospel for to [A] hear.
[Dm] When the meeting it was done, she cast her eyes about.
That's where she spied a little Matty [D] Groves, walking [C] in the [Dm] crowd.
Come home with me, little Matty Groves, come home with me tonight.
Come home with [C] me, little Matty [Dm] Groves, and [A] sleep with [Dm] me till the light.
Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home and sleep with you tonight.
By the rings on your fingers I [D] can see you are [C] Lord [Dm] Donald's wife.
What if I am Lord Donald's wife?
Lord Donald's not at home.
He's [C] out in the far [Dm]
[A] cornfields bringing the [Dm] yearlings home.
And _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [Dm] _ [A] _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [Dm] _ [C] _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] a servant who was standing by and hearing what was said,
he swore Lord Donald he would know before the sun would set.
And in his hurry to carry the news, he bent his breast and ran.
And when he came to the Broadmill [D] stream, he [C] took off his [Dm] shoes and _ swam. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [D] _ [Dm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
Little Matty Groves, he laid down and took a little sleep.
When he [Dm] awoke, Lord Donald, he was standing at his feet,
saying, how do you like my feather bed?
How do you like my sheets?
How do you like my [D] lady who lies [G] in your arms [Dm]
asleep?
Well, well, I like your feather bed.
Well, I like your sheets.
But better I like your lady [D] gay who lies in [C] my arms [Dm] asleep.
Well, get up, get up, Lord Donald cried.
Get up as quick as you can.
It'll never be [C] said in fair England [D] that I [C] slew a [Dm] naked man.
Oh, I can't get up.
I won't get up.
I can't get up for my life.
For you have two long beaten [D] swords and I [C] not a pocket [Dm] knife.
Well, it's true I have two beaten swords and they cost me deep in the purse.
But you shall [C] have the better of [Dm] them and [C] I will [Dm] have the worse.
And you will strike the very first blow and strike it like a man.
And I will [C] strike the very next blow [Dm] and I'll kill you if I can. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ So Matty struck the very first blow and he hurt Lord Donald's sore.
Lord Donald struck the very next blow and Matty struck no more.
And then Lord Donald took his wife and sat her on his knee.
Saying, who do you like the best of us?
[C] Matty grows [Dm] on me.
And then up spoke his own dear wife, never heard to speak so free.
I'd rather a [C] kiss from dead [D] Matty's lips than [C] you or your [Dm] finery. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [Dm] _ [C] _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [Dm] _ [C] _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Lord [D] Donald he jumped up and loudly hit it ball.
He struck his wife right through [A] the heart and he pinned her against the wall.
[Dm] Brave and brave Lord Donald cried to put these lovers in.
But bury my [C] lady at the [D] top for [C] she was a [Dm] noble old tin. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [C] _ [Dm] _
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