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AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS 37
LITTLE MATTHY GROVES
The first come down was a raven white,
And the next come down was a polly,
And the next come down was Lord Thomas's wife,
And she was the fairest of them all, all,
And she was the fairest of them all.
Little Matthy Groves was a-standing by; She placed her eyes on him, Saying: "You're the darling of my heart And the darling of my life.
"It's you no home, no place to lie,
Go home with me this night."
"I think by the rings you wear on your fingers
You are Lord Thomas's wife."
"True I am Lord Thomas's wife,
Lord Thomas is not at home."
The little foot-page was a-standing by,
These words heareth he,
And he licked to his heels and run.
He run, he run to the broken-down bridge, He bent to his breast and swum; He swum, he swum to the other, other side, And he buckled up his shoes and he run.