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Little Musgrave and Lady Barnard
i Go home with me, little Matthy Groves, And keep me from the cold. I wouldn't go home with you to-night If I know'd it would save your life, For I can tell by the rings on your fingers That you're Lord Dannel's wife.
2 Well, if I am Lord Dannel's wife, Lord Dannel is not at home;
He's gone over yonder to yon bright church The Holy Word to hear.
3 His little foot-page was standing by, He took to his heels and run ;
He run till he came to the broken bridge, And he laid upon his breast and swum.
4 O Lord Dannel, you'd better go home. Little Matthy Groves in bed with your wife Keeping her from the cold.
5 I heard Lord Dannel's bugle blow. Lay still, lay still, little Matthy Groves, And keep me from the cold,
For it's only my father's shepherd boy Driving the sheep from the fold.
6 O how do you like my fine feather bed ? And how do you like my sheet ?
And how do you like my pretty little wife, That lies in your arms asleep ?
7 Very well do I like your fine feather bed, Very well do I like your sheet;
Much better do I like your sweet little wife That lay in my arms asleep.
8 Get up from there, little Matthy Groves, And put you on your clothes.
I wouldn't have it known in this native land I'd slain a naked man.
9 I'll get up, put on my clothes, I'll fight you for my life.
Your two bright swords hang by your side, And me not even a knife.