Chords for Eva Abraham - Matty Groves

_ _ _ _ [Dm] Who invited you?
_ _ [A] Okay, this is [E] a very famous [Am] story.
_ _ And it's a very good story, so listen carefully.
[G] I will sing this only once. _
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_ _ _ A holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the year
Lord Donald's [C] wife went to the church, the gospel [Dm] for to hear
And when the meeting was done, she cast her eyes about
And there she saw little Matty [A] Grose walking [Dm] in the crowd
Come home with me, little Matty Grose, come home with me tonight
Come home with me, [C] little Matty Grose, and sleep with me [Dm] till light
Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home and sleep with you tonight
By the ring of [C] fingers I can tell you are Lord [Dm] Donald's wife
Well, if I am Lord Donald's wife, Lord Donald's not at home
_ He is [C] out in the far cornfields bringing the [Dm] yearlings _ home
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_ _ _ [Dm] _ And the serpents who were standing [A] by and hearing [Dm] what was said
Saw [C] Lord Donald he would know before the [A] sun was set
And in his hurry to [Dm] carry the news, he bent his breast and ran
And when he [C] came to the Broadmills stream, he took off his [Dm] shoes and
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_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ little Matty Grose, he lay down, took a little sleep
When he [C] awoke, Lord Donald was standing [Dm] at his feet
Saying, how do you like my feather bed and how do you like my sheets?
How do you [C] like my lady who lies in [Dm] your arms asleep?
Oh, well I like your feather bed and well I like your sheets
But better [C] like your lady gay who lies in my [Dm] arms asleep
Well, get up, get up, Lord Donald cried, get up as quick as you can
It'll never be [C] said in fair England I slew a [A] naked man
Oh, I won't get up, I can't get up, I can't get up from my life
For you have [C] too long beaten swords and I not the [Dm] fucking knife
But it's true I have two beaten swords, they cut me deep in the purse
Well, you'll [C] have the better of them and I will have [A] the worse
And you will strike the very first blow, strike it like a man
And I will [C] strike the very next blow and I'll kill you if [Dm] I can _ _
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_ _ [C] _ [A] So Matty struck the very first blow, we heard Lord Donald so
Donald struck the [C] very next blow and Matty struck no more
And then Lord Donald [Dm] took his wife and [A] sat her on his knee
Saying, who do you like the [C] best of us, [Dm] Matty, Groves or me?
Well, then up spoke his own dear wife, never heard speech so free
A kiss from [C] dead Matty's lips and you were your finery
Well, then Lord Donald he jumped up and loudly he did fall
He stabbed his wife right through the heart and he [C] pinned her [D] against the wall
[Dm] Oh, a grave, a grave, Lord Donald Christ put these lovers in
But very [C]
lady at the top, for she was of no more _
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