Matty Groves chords by Johnny Logan

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Verse 1
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A holiday, a holiday,
first one of the year
Lord Donald's wife came into church,
some gospel for to hear
And when the meeting it was done,
she cast her eyes about
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There she saw little Matty Grose
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walking in the crowd
Come home with me, little Matty Grose,
come home with me tonight
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Come home with me, little Matty Grose,
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and sleep with me till night
I can't come home, I won't come home,
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I can't come home for my life
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For I can tell by the rings
on your fingers
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that you are Lord Donald's wife
Well it's true I am Lord
Donald's wife,
but Lord Donald he's not at home
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He's out on the far cornfields
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bringing the yearlings home
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Well, Matty Groves, he lay down
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and he took a little sleep
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When he awoke, Lord Donald,
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he was standing at his feet
Saying, how do you like my feathered bed,
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and how do you like my sheets?
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And how do you like my lady,
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who lies in your arms asleep?
Well, it's well I like your feathered bed,
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and well I like your sheets
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But better I like your lady wife,
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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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And that it'd never be said in fair Ireland
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That I slew a na ked man
I can't get up, I won't get up,
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I can't get up for my life
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For you have two fine beaten swords,
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I but a pocket knife
Well it's true, I have two beaten swords
and they cost me deep in the purse
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But you shall have the better of them
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and I  shall have the worse
And you will strike the very first blow
and strike it like a man
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Then I will strike the very next blow,
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and I'll kill you if I can!
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Kill you if I can!
Well, Matty struck the very first blow,
he hurt
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O'Donnell's sore
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Lord Donnell struck the very next blow,
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and Matty he struck no more
Then Lord Donnelly took his wife,
he sat her upon his knee
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Now who do you like, the better of us,
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little Mattie, Groves or me?
Then Lord Donnelly's wife did speak,
I never heard speak so free
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I'd rather kiss dead Mattie's lips
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than yours in your finery
Then Lord Donnelly jumped up
and loudly did he bawl
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He drew his sword and pinned his wife
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to the back of  a wall
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To the back of a 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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And bury my lady at the top
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For she was of noble
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Kill
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you