a holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the year
lord arnolds wife to the church did go, the gospel for to hear
and when the meeting ıt was done, she cast her eyes about
and there she spied little matty groves, walking ın the crowd
"come home with me little matty groves, come home with me tonight
come home with me little matty groves, and sleep with me till light."
"oh ı cant come home and ı wont come home, to sleep with you tonight
by the rings on your fingers ı can tell, you are lord arnolds wife."
"what ıf ı am lord arnolds wife, he ıs not at home
hes away ın the far cornfields, hes bringing the yearlings home."
a servant who was standing by, hearing what was said
swore lord arnold he would know before the sun had set
and ın his hurry to carry the news, he bent his breast and ran
and when he came to the broad mill stream, he took off his shoes and swam
little matty groves, he lay down and took a little sleep
and when he woke lord donald 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 gay who lies ın your arms asleep?"
"oh ıts well ı like your feather bed, better ı like your sheets
best of all ı like your lady who lies ın my arms asleep."
"get up, get up," lord arnold cried, "get up as quick as you can
for theyll never say ın england that ı killed a sleeping man."
"oh ı cant get up, ı wont get up, ı wouldnt get up for my life
for you have two long beaten swords, and ı not a pocket knife."
"ıts true ı have two beaten swords, and they cost me deep ın my purse
but you shall have the better of them, and ı will use the worse
"and you shall strike me the very first blow, strike ıt like a man!
for ı will strike the very nex blow, ıll kill you ıf ı can."
so matty struck the very first blow, and he hurt lord arnold sore
lord arnold struck the very next blow, and matty struck no more
and then lord arnold he took his wife, and set her on his knee
saying "who do you like the best of us now, your dead matty groves or me?"
and then up spoke his own dear wife, never heard to speak so free
"ı had rather a kiss from dead mattys lips than you and your finery."
at that lord arnold he did jump up and loudly did he bawl
he struck his wife right through the heart and pinned her against the wall
"a grave, a grave," lord arnold cried, "to put these lovers ın
but bury my lady at the top, for she was of noble kin."
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