Mattie Groves sheet music for Treble Clef Instrument
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A holiday, a holiday, the first one of the year
Lord Arlen's wife came into church the gospel for to hear.
And when the meeting it was done she cast her eyes about
And there she saw little Mattie Groves, walking in the park.
Come home with me little Mattie Groves, come home with me tonight
Come home with me little Mattie Groves and sleep with me tonight.
Oh I can't come home, I won't come home and sleep with you tonight
By the rings on your fingers I can tell you are Lord Arlen's wife.
'Tis true I am Lord Arlen's wife, Lord Arlen's not at home
He is out to the far corn fields, bringing the yearlings home.
And the sundt who was standing by and hearing what was said
He saw Lord Arlen, he would know, before the sun would set.
And in his hurry to carry the news, he filled his breast and ran
And when he came to the broad mill stream he took off his shoes and swam
Little Mattie Groves, he lay down and took a little sleep
When he awoke Lord Arlen, was standing at his feet
Saying how do you like my feather bed and how do you like my sheets
And how do you like my lady, who lies in your arms asleep.
Oh well I like your feather bed and well I like your sheets
But better I like your lady maid who lies in my arms asleep.
Well Get Up! Get Up! Lord Arlen cried, Get Up as quick as you can
It'll never be said in fair England I slew a naked man!
Oh I won't get up, I won't get up, I can't get up for my life
For you have two long beaten swords and I have but a pocket knife.
Well it's true I have two beaten swords, they cost me deep in the purse
But you will have the better of them and I will have the worst.
And you will strike the very first blow and strike it like a man
I will strike the very next blow and I'll kill you if I can.
So Mattie struck the very first blow and he hurt Lord Arlen sore
Lord Arlen struck the very next blow and Mattie struck no more.
And then Lord Arlen he took his wife, he sat her on his knee
Saying who do you like the best of us, Mattie Groves or me.
And then spoke up his own dear wife never heard to speak so free
I'd rather kiss one dead Mattie's lips than you and your finery.
Lord Arlen he jumped up and loudly he did bawl
He stuck his wife right through the heart and pinned her against
A grave, a grave, Lord Arlen cried, to put these lovers in
But bury my lady at the top for she was of noble kin.
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About 'Mattie Groves'
|The Artist:||Traditional Music of unknown author.|
|Number of Pages:||1|
|Difficulty:||Intermediate Level: Recommended for Intermediate Level players|
|Style:||Traditional (View more Traditional Treble Clef Instrument Music)|
|Copyright:||Creative Commons Attribute 3.0|
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