Chords for The Kennedys - Matty Groves

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Holiday, a holiday, and the first one of [F] the year.
Lord Don's wife [C] came to the church, the gospel for to [Dm] hear.
And when the meeting was done, she cast her eyes above.
And there she's by [G] little Matty [Dm] Groves, walking in the crowd.
Come home with me, little Matty Groves, come home with me tonight.
Come home with [A] me, little Matty Groves, and sleep with me [Dm] till light.
Well, I can't come home, I won't come home and sleep with you [D] tonight. _
On your [D] fingers I can tell you are Lord [Dm] Donald's wife.
What if I am Lord Donald's wife?
Lord Donald's not at home.
He's [D] out in the park or [Dm] fields, bringing the evening song.
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_ [D] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ And a servant who was standing by and hearing what was said, he swore Lord [C] Donald.
_ [Dm] Before the sun had set, and in his spree to carry the news, he bent his breast and ran.
When he [C] came to the front, he'll [Dm] scream, on his shoes and sweat.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Now, Matty Groves, he lay down to take 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 [A] you like my [Dm] lady, who lies in your arms asleep?
Well, it's well I like your feather bed, [Dm] and well I like your sheets.
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But better [C] I like your lady, [Dm] who [D] lies in my arms [F] asleep.
Well, [Dm] get up, get up, Lord Donald, cry, get up as quick as you can.
It'll never [D] be sad in fair England that I slew a naked man.
Well, I [Dm] can't get up, I won't get up, I can't get up from my life.
Well, you have [D] two long beaten swords, and I've not [Dm] a pocket knife.
Well, it's true I have two beaten swords, and they cost me even the purse.
But you'll [D] have the better of them, and I will [Dm] have the worse.
And you will strike the very first blow, strike it like a man.
I will [D] strike the very next [Dm] blow, and I'll kill you if I can.
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[D] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ Matty struck the very first blow when he heard Lord Donald's sword.
Lord Donald struck the [G] very next blow [A] when Matty [Dm] struck no more.
And then Lord Donald, he took his wife, set her on [Am] his knee.
He said, who do you like [C] the best of us?
[G] Matty grows [Dm] on me.
And then up spoke his own dear wife, never heard to speak so free.
I'd rather a [C] kiss from dead Matty's [Dm] lips than even your binary. _ _
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_ [A] _ _ [Dm] _ [E] _ _ [Am] Lord Donald, he jumped up, and out he did go.
[D] He struck his wife right [C] through the heart, [A] pinned her against [Am] the wall.
Oh, grave, a grave, Lord Donald cried.
I'd put these lovers in, but bury my [C] lady at the [E] top, for she was a [A] noble kid. _
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_ _ _ _ _ [E] We'll be right back.
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