Matty Groves Chords by Fairport Convention

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[Dm] _ _ [D] _ A holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the year.
Lord Donagh's [C] wife came into church, the gospel [D] call to hear.
And when the meeting it was done, she cast her eyes about,
and there she [C] saw little Matty Grove walking [D] in the crowd.
Come home with me, little Matty Grove, come home with me tonight.
Come with [C] me, little Matty Grove, and sleep with [Dm] me tonight.
Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home and sleep with you tonight.
By the rings on your fingers [C] I can tell [Dm] you are [C] Lord [D] Donagh's wife.
But if I am Lord [Dm] Donagh's wife, Lord Donagh's not at home.
_ He's out [C] in the far-cone [D] fields in [C] the [D] yearling song. _ _ _
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_ [D] _ _ [Dm] _ And he saw those standing by and hearing what was said.
He swore Lord [C] Donagh he would know [D] before [C] the sun [Dm] would set.
And in his hurry to carry the news he lent his breast and ran.
And when he [C] came to the Broadmill [D] Street [C] he took off his [D] shoes and swam.
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_ [Dm] _ [Am] _ [D] _ _ [Dm] Little Matty Grove lay down with the girl in her sleep.
When he [C] awoke Lord Donagh [D] [C] standing [D] at his feet,
saying, how do you like my feather bed and how do you like my sheet?
How do you [C] like my lady [D] who [C] lies in your [Dm] arms asleep?
[A] Oh, well, I like your feather bed and well, I like your sheet.
But better I like [C] your lady gay [D] who [C] lies in my [D] arms asleep.
Well, get up, get up, Lord Donagh, get up as quick as you can.
It will never be [Am] said in fair England [D] lies to [C] a naked [D] man.
Oh, I can't get up, I won't get up, I can't get up for my life.
[Dm] For you have two [C] long beaten [D] swords, mine are the pocket knives.
Well, it's true I have two beaten swords and they cost me deep in the purse.
But you will [Am] have the better of them [Dm] and [C] I will have [D] the worse.
And if you will strike me very first, Lord, I will strike you like a man.
I will strike [Am] the very next blow, [D] how can [C] you with [D] my can? _ _ _
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_ [D] _ [C] _ [D] _ [Dm] So Matty struck the very first blow and he hurt Lord Donagh so.
Lord Donagh struck [C] the very next blow [D] and Matty struck no more.
And then Lord Donagh hit his wife and he sat her on his knee saying,
Who do you like [C] the best of us, [D] [A] Matty, Grose [D] or me?
And then up spoke his own dear wife, never heard her speak so free.
I'd rather a kiss [C] from dead Matty's lips [D] than you or your pinery. _ _ _ _
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[D] _ _ [C] _ [D] _ _ Lord Donagh he jumped up and down he hit it more.
He struck his [C] wife right through the heart and hit her [D] against the wall.
A grave, a grave Lord Donagh cried to put these lovers in.
But Mary, [C] Mary and the Toad, for she [A] was a [D] noble lady.
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