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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.
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