Matty Groves Chords by Fairport Convention

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[Dm] _ _ [D] _ _ A holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the year.
Lord Donnell's [C] wife came in to [D] church, the [C] gospel [D] call to hear.
And when meeting it was done, she cast her eyes about.
And there she [C] saw little Matty [D] Grove, [C] walking [D] in the crowd.
Come home with me, little Matty Grove, come home with me tonight.
Come home with me, [C] little Matty Grove, [D] and sleep [C] with me [D] till light.
Oh, I don't come home, I won't come home, I'll sleep with you tonight.
By the rings on your [C] fingers I can tell [D] you are [C] Lord [Dm] Donnell's wife.
But what if I am Lord Donnell's wife?
Lord Donnell's not at home.
He lives [C] out in the far [D] cornfields [Am] in the [D] yearling's home. _ _ _
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_ [D] _ _ _ [Dm] And a servant who was standing by and hearing what was said,
he swore Lord Donnell [C] he would know [D] before the [Dm] sun would set.
And in his hurry to carry the news he lent his breast and ran.
And when he came [C] to the broad mill screen [D] he took off [Am] his shoes [D] and swam. _ _
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[C] _ _ [Dm] _ [Am] _ [Dm] _ Little Matty Grove, he lay down, the girl didn't sleep.
When he [C] awoke Lord Donnell [D] was [C] standing [D] at his feet.
Saying, how do you like my feather bed and how do you like my sheets?
How do you like [C] my lady [D] who lies [C] in your [D] arms asleep?
Oh, well, I like your feather bed and well, I like your sheets.
But better I like [C] your lady gay [D] who lies [C] in my [D] arms asleep.
Well, get up, get up Lord Donnell, fight, get up as quick as you can.
It'll never be [Am] said in fair England [D] nice to [C] a naked [D] man.
Oh, I can't get up, I won't get up, I can't get up for my life.
For you have two [Am] long-beaten [D] swords and [C] mine are the [D] pocket knives.
Well, it's true I have two beaten swords and they cost me deep in the purse.
But you will [Am] have the better of [D] them and [C] I will [D] have the worse.
And he will strike the very first blow and strike it like a man.
I will [Am] strike the very next [D] blow and I'll [C] feed you [D] with my can. _ _
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[C] _ _ [D] _ [C] _ [Dm] _ So Matty struck [D] the very first blow and he hurt Lord Donnell so.
Lord Donnell [Am] struck the very next [D] blow and Matty struck no more.
And then Lord Donnell hit his wife and sat her on his knee.
Saying, who do you [C] like the best of us?
[D] Matty, Robes or me?
And then up spoke his own dear wife, never heard to speak so free.
I'd rather [C] a kiss from dead [D] Matty's lips than you or your finery. _ _ _
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[C] _ [D] _ _ [C] _ [D] _ _ Lord Donnell he jumped up and down he hit it more.
He struck his [C] wife right through the [D] heart [C] and her against [D] the wall.
A grave, a grave Lord Donnell cried to put these lovers in.
But Mary [C] made him the tope [D] for she was of noble kin. _ _
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