English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians

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	Little Musgrave and Lady Barnard 12 He took his wife by the lily-white hand And he sat her upon his knee. Said: Which one do you love best, Little Matthy Groves or me ? 13 He took his wife by the lily-white hand And he led her through the hall. He jobbed the pistol in her breast And she fell with a special ball. 14 Go bury me on yonder church hill With Matthy in my arms asleep. And bury Lord Dannel at my feet.
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	blue, The next came in Lord Van-ner's wife, The flow - er of the view. 2 This young Magrove a-being there, Fair as the morning sun, She looked at him and he looked at her, The like was never known. 3 She stepped up to him and says : Kind Sir, Won't you take a ride with me ? 4 I dare not to, I dare not to, I dare not to for my life ; From the ring that you wear on your finger, You are Lord Vanner's wife. 5 Well, if I am Lord Vanner's wife, Lord Vanner is not at home, Lord Vanner is to redemption gone, To King McHenry's throne. 6 This little foot-page a-being by, Hearing every word they said, He swore Lord Vanner should have the news Before the rising sun. 83