Tonalité : D major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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A holiday, a holiday,
and the first one of the year
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Lord Donald's wife came into the church,
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the gospel for to hear
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And when the meeting it was done,
she cast her eyes about
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And there she saw little Matty Groves,
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walking in the crowd
"Come home with me, little Matty Groves,
come home with me tonight
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Come home with me, little Matty Groves,
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C
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and sleep with me till light"
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"Oh, I can't come home,
I won't come home and sleep with you tonight
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By the rings on your fingers I can
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tell you are my master's wife"
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"But if I am Lord Donald's wife,
Lord Donald's not at home
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He is out in the far cornfields bringing the yearlings
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home"
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Verse 2
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And a servant who was standing by
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and hearing what was said
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He swore Lord Donald he would know
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before the sun would set
And in his hurry to carry the news,
he bent his breast and ran
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C
And when he came to the broad millstream,
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he took off his shoes and he swam
Interlude 1
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Dm
Verse 3
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Little Matty Groves,
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he lay down and took a little sleep
When he awoke,
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Dm
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Lord Donald was standing at his feet
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Saying "How do you like my feather
bed and how do you like my sheets
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How do you like my lady who
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lies in your arms asleep?"
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"Oh, well I like your feather bed
and well I like your sheets
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But better I like your lady gay
who lies in my arms asleep"
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"Well, get up, get up," Lord Donald cried,
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"get up as quick as you can
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It'll never be said in fair England
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C
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that I slew a naked man"
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"Oh, I can 't get up, I won't get up,
I can't get up for my life
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For you have two long beaten swords
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C
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and I not a pocket knife"
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"Well it's true I have two beaten swords
and they cost me deep in the purse
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But you will have the better of them
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and I will have the worse
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And you will strike the very first
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blow and strike it like a man
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I will strike the very next blow and I'll
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kill you if I can"
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Verse 4
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So Matty struck the very first blow
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and he hurt Lord Donald sore
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Lord Donald struck the very next
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blow and Matty struck no more
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And then Lord Donald took his wife
and he sat her on his knee
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Saying "Who do you like the best of us,
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Matty Groves or me?"
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And then up spoke his own dear wife,
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never heard to speak so free
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"I'd rather a kiss from dead Matty's lips
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C
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than you or your finery"
Interlude 2
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Lord Donald he jumped up and
Verse 5
loudly he did bawl
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He struck his wife right through the heart
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and pinned her against the wall
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"A grave, a grave," Lord Donald cried,
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"to put these lovers in
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But bury my lady at the top for she was of noble
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kin"
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