Matty Groves chords by Spriguns of Tolgus

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Intro 1

Verse 1
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Oh, a holiday, a holiday
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and the first one of the year.
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Lord Allen's wife came into the church,
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the gospel for to hear.
And when the meeting it was done,
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she cast her eyes about,
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and there she saw little Matty Groves,
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Oh, come home with me,
little Matty Grouse
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Come home with me tonight
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Come home with me, little Matty Grouse
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And sleep with me tonight
Oh, I can't come home,
I won't come home
And sleep with you tonight
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By the rings in your fingers
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I can tell you I'm not Ireland's wife
Well, if I am Lord Arlen's wife,
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well, he is not at home,
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For he is out in the far cornfields,
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bringing the yearlings home.
And a servant who was standing by,
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and hearing what was said,
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He swore, Lord Orland, he would know
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before that sun was set,
And in his hurry to carry the news,
he bent his breast and he ran,
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And when he came to
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the Broadnail stream,
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he took off his shoes and spun.
And little Matty Grose,
he lay down and took a little sleep
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When he awoke Lord Allan
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was standing at his feet
Saying, how do you like my feather bed?
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And how do you like my sheets?
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And   how do you like my Lady Gay,
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who lies in your arms asleep?
Oh, well, I like your feather bed
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And fine, I like your sheets
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But it's better like your Lady Gay
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Who lies in me apples asleep
Well, get up, get up, Lord,
I'll holler you right
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Get up as quick as you can
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It'll never be said in Farringdon
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That I slew a naked man
No, 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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and I   not a pocket knife
Well, it's true, I have two beaten swords,
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
A hand you will strike, the very first blow
I'll strike it like a man
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And I will strike the very next bone
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I'll kill you if I can
So Mattie struck the very first blow
And he hurt Lord Arnhem,
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so Lord Arnhem struck the very next blow
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And Mattie struck no more Ž Ž
And then, Lord Arlen,
he took his wife
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and sat her on his knee
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Saying, who do you like,
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the best of us,
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Matty Growls or me?
And then I spoke, his old 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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than you and all your finery

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Interlude 1

Verse 2
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He struck his wife
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right through the heart
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And he pinned her against the wall
A grave, a grave, Lord, I haven't quite
To put these lovers in
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But Mary, my lady, got the top,
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for she was a noble kin.