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Fiddler's Green - Matty GrovesA holiday, a holiday,the first one of the yearLord Arnold's wife came into the church,the gospel for to hearAnd when the meeting it was done,she cast her eyes aboutand there she saw little Matty GrovesWalking in the crowd"Come home with me, little Matty GrovesCome home with me tonightCome home with me, little Matty GrovesAnd sleep with me till light ! ""Oh I can't come home and I won't go homeand sleep with you tonightBy the rings on your fingers I can seethat you are my master's wife."And what if I am Lord Arnold's wifeFor he is not at homeHe is out in the far cornfieldsBringing the yearlings homeLetras de cancionesSo little Matty Groves, he lay downand took a little sleepWhen he awoke Lord ArnoldHe was standing by his feetSaying, "How do you like my feather bedand how do you like my sheets ?How do you like my lady wifewho lies in your arms asleep ?"Oh well, I like your feather bedbetter I like your sheetsBest of all I like your lady gaywho lies in my arms asleep"Get up. get up", Lord Arnold cried,Get up as quick as you canLet it never be said in fair Englandthat I slew a naked man""Oh I won't get up, and I won't get upI can't get up for my lifeFor you have two long beaten swordsAnd I not a pocket knife""Well it's true I have two beaten swordsand they cost me deep in the purseBut you will have the better of themand I will have the worse"So Matty struck the very first blowand he hurt Lord Arnold soreLord Arnold struck the very next blowand Matty struck the floorAnd then he took his own dear wifeand sat her down on his kneesaying, "who do you like the best of us nowYour Matty Groves or me ?"And then spoke up his own dear wifenever heard her speak so free"I'd rather a kiss from dead Matty's lipsthan you or your finery"And then Lord Arnold he jumped upand loudly did he bawlHe struck his wife right through the heartand he pinned her up to the wall"Oh, a grave, a grave", Lord Arnold criedto put these lovers inWon't you bury my lady at the topfor she was a noble kin. From Letras Mania