Chords for The Little Musgrave

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_ _ It fell upon a holy day, as many in the year,
Most grave to the church did go, to see fine ladies there.
Some were dressed in velvet red, and some in velvet grey.
Then in came Lord Barnard's wife, the fairest of them all.
She cast an eye on little Musgrave, as bright as the summer sun,
Said Musgrave unto himself, this lady's heart I've won.
[G] I have loved you fair [C] lady, so long [G] and many's the day,
[Am]
And I have loved you little Musgrave, and never a word did say.
[G] My lord has [C] to the hunting [G] gone, I hope he'll ne'er return,
And you shall [C] sleep unto his [G] bed, and keep his lady warm.
[Em] I dare not farm a land's [C] lady, I dare not [G] farm my life,
[Am] For the ring [G] upon your white finger, [C] shows your Lord [G] Barnard's wife.
Standing [C] by was a little foot [G]-page, from the lady's court she ran,
Although I [C] am a lady's [G] page, I'm Lord Barnard's man.
And when he [C] came to the white [G] water, he fell on his belly and swam,
And when he [C] reached the other [G] side, the Lord Barnard he ran.
And when he [C] came into the [G] woods, to as dark as dark could be,
He found Lord [C] Barnard and his [G] men asleep beneath the trees.
[Em] Rise up, rise up my lord, he [C] cried, rise up and [G] speak to me,
[Am] Your wife's in [G] bed with the little Musgrave, rise up bright speedily.
If this be truth you tell to me, then gold shall be your fee,
If this be [C] false you tell to me, [G] then hanged you will be.
[Em] Go saddle me the black, he said, [C] go saddle [G] me the grey,
[Am] Sound ye [G] not your horns, he [Am] said, lest their coming [C] you betray.
[Em] But there was a [G] man in Lord Barnard's [C] train, who loved the [G] little Musgrave,
[Am] He blew his [G] horn both loud and [C] shrill, away [G] Musgrave, away.
_ I think I [C] hear the morning call, [G] I think I hear the day,
I think I [C] hear Lord Barnard's [G] men, I wish I was away.
Lie still, lie [C] still my little [G] Musgrave, and keep me from the cold,
There's nothing [C] but a shepherd lad, out bringing his flock to fold,
[G] Is not your [C] hog upon his [G] perch, your steed eats oats and hay?
You [C] lady in your [D] arms, why would you [Em] go away?
[G] So he turned her [C] round and kissed her [G] twice, and then they fell asleep,
When they [C] awoke Lord Barnard's men were standing [E] at their feet.
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_ _ [C] How do you like my bed, he said, and how do you like my sheets?
[Am]
How do you like my fair lady, that lies in your arms asleep?
[G] Tis well I [C] like your bed, he said, [G] but great it gives me pain,
I'd gladly [C] give a hundred [G] pounds to be on yonder plain.
[Em] Rise up, rise up little [C] Musgrave, rise up and [G] then put on,
[Am] It'll not be [G] said in this country [C] I slayed a naked [Em] man. _ _
Slowly, [D] slowly he got up [G] and slowly [C] he put on,
[E] Slowly, [D] slowly down the [G] stairs thinking [C] he'd be seen,
[E] There are two [D] swords down by my [G] side, and dear they [C] cost hearts,
You can have [D] the best of them [G] and I will [C] have the worst,
[Em] And the first stroke the little Musgrave struck, it hurt Lord [G] Barnard's sword,
[Am] But the next stroke [G] when Lord Barnard struck, [C] the little Musgrave ne'er struck more. _
_ [G] Then up spoke [C] the lady fair [G] from her bed whereon she lay,
Although you're dead [C] my little Musgrave, [G] still for you I'll pray.
[C] How do you like his cheeks my love, and how do you like his chin?
[Am] How do you like his fair body, now there's no life within?
[G] Tis well I like his cheeks she cried, and well I love his chin,
It's more I want his dead body than all your kith [D] and kin.
[Em] He's taken [B] out his long, long sword to strike the mortal [D] _ [C] cold,
Through and through the lady's heart [Am] the cold steel the [C] dead cold.
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_ [G] _ _ _ A grave, a grave [C] Lord Barnard cried [G] to put these lovers in,
With my lady on the upper hand for she came from better kin,
[Em] But I've just killed [G] the finest knight that ever rode a steed,
[Am] And I've just killed [G] the best lady [C] that earned her a [G] woman's deed.
_ _ It fell upon [C] a holly day [G] as many in the year,
Musgrave [C] to the church did go to see fine [G] ladies there. _ _ _ _ _
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