Chords for Nic Jones - Little Musgrave

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_ As it fell [E] out upon a [B] day as [F#] many [B] in the _ year, _ _ Musgrave [E] to the church [B] did gore [F#] to see fair _ ladies there. _ _ _
_ And some came [E] down in red [B] velvet, and [F#] some came [B] _ down in pall, _ _ And the last to come [E] down was the Lady [B] Barnard, [F#] the fairest [B] of them _ all.
And she's cast a look on [E] the little _
[B] _ Musgrave, [F#] as bright as the [B] summer _ sun, And then bethought [E] this little [B] _ Musgrave, this [F#] _
lady's [B] love I've won.
Good day, [F#] good day, you [B] handsome youth, God [F#] make you [B] safe and free, _ What would you [F#] give this [B] day, _ _ Musgrave, to [F#] lie one [B] night with me?
Oh, I dare not for [E] my land's [B] lady, I [F#] dare not for [B] my _ life, For the ring on [E] your white finger [B] shows [F#] you are Lord [B] _
Barnard's wife.
_ Lord Barnard's [E] to the hunting gone, and [F#] I hope he'll never [B]
return, _ _ And you shall [E] sleep into [F#] his bed, and [F#] keep his [B] lady _ warm.
_ There's nothing for to fear, _ Musgrave, you [F#] nothing [B] have to fear, _ _ I'll set a [E] page outside the [Bm] gate to [F#] watch till [B] morning clear.
_ And woe be [F#] to the little [B] foot-page, and in [F#] ill-death may [B] he _ die, For he's [F#] away to the [B] _
greenwood as [F#] fast as he [B] could fly.
_ And when he came to the [E] wide [B] water, he fell [F#] on his belly [B] and swam, _ And when he came to the other _ side, he took [F#] to his [B] heels and ran. _ _
And when he [E] came to the _ [B] greenwood, it [F#] was dark as [B] dark can be, And he found Lord [E] Barnard and his [F#] men _ asleep beneath [B] the _ trees. _
Rise up, [E] rise up, master, he [B] said, rise [F#] up and speak to me, _ _ Your wife's in [B] bed with the little _ Musgrave, [F#] rise up right [B] _ speedily. _
If this be [F#] truth you tell [B] to me, then [F#] gold shall [B] be your fee, _ _ And if it [F#] be false you tell [B] to me, then [F#] hang it you [B] shall be.
_ Go saddle [F#] me the [B] black, he said, [F#] go saddle [B] me the grey, _ _ And sound [F#] you not the [B] horn, said he, lest [F#] our coming it [B] would betray.
_ _ Now there was a [E] man in Lord Barnard's _ [Bm] terrain, who [F#] loved the little [B] _ Musgrave, And he blew his horn [E] both loud [B] and shrill [F#]
away, _ _ [B] Musgrave, away.
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_ _ Oh, I think I hear [E] the morning cock, [B] I [F#] think I [B] hear the jay, I think I [E] hear Lord _
[B] Barnard's horn, [F#] away, _
_ [B] Musgrave, away. _
_ _ _ Oh, lie still, lie still, [E] you little [B] _ Musgrave, _ [F#]
keep me [B] from the _ cold, _ It's nothing [E] but a [F#] shepherd boy, _ driving his flock [B] to the fold.
_ Is not your [E] hawk upon its [B] perch, your [F#] steed is [B] eating hay, _ _ And you a gay [E] lady in your [B] arms, [F#] and yet you [B] would away. _
_ So he turned him right and round about, and [F#] he fell fast _ asleep, And when he woke, [E] Lord [B] Barnard's men were _ [F#] standing [B] at his _ feet.
And how do you like [F#] my bed, _ [B] _ Musgrave, and [F#] how do you like [B] my _ _ sheets, And how do [F#] you like my [B] fair lady that [F#] lies in your [B] arms asleep.
_ Oh, it's well I like your bed, he said, _ [F#] and well I like your _ sheets, And better I [E] like your fair [B] lady that [F#] lies in me arms asleep.
Well, get up, get up, young [B] man, he said, get [F#] up as [B] swift as you _ can, For it never will be [F#] said in [B] my country I [F#] slew an unarmed man. _ _
I have two [F#] swords in [B] one scabbard, oh dear, they [B] cost me _ purse, And you shall [F#] have the [B] best of them, and I [F#] shall have [B] the worse.
And so _ slowly, so [E] slowly he rose [B] up, and [F#] slowly he put _ on, And slowly [E] down the stairs he _ _ _ [B] goes, _ _ [F#] thinking [B] to be _ slain. _ _
The first stroke _ [E] little _ [B] Musgrave took, it [F#]
was both [B] deep and sore, _ And down he fell [E] at Barnard's feet, [F#] and word he never spoke [B] _ more.
_ And how do [F#] you like his [B] cheeks, lady, _ and [F#] how do you [B] like his chin, _ And how do you like his fair body, now [F#] there's no [B] life within. _
Oh, it's well I like [E] his cheeks, she [B] said, and [F#] well I [B] like his _ chin, And better I [E] like his fair [B] body [F#] than all your [B] kith and kin.
And he's taken [F#] up his long, long sword to [F#] strike a [B] mortal below, _ _ And through and [F#] through the [B] lady's heart to the [F#] cold steel [B] it did go.
_ _ _ As it fell [E] out upon a day, [B] as [F#] many [B] in the _ year _ _ Musgrave [E] to the church did _ go, [B] to see _ [F#] _ _
fair _ _ [B] _ lady's there.
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