Matty Groves chords by Joan Baez
Guitar chords with lyrics
From the album In Concert part 1
Verse 1:
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Hi ho hi ho holiday
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The best day of the year
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Little Matty Groves to church did go
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some holy words to hear, some holy words to hear
Verse 2:
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He spied three ladies dressed in black
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As they came into view
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Lord Arlens wife was gaily clad
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a flower among the few, a flower among the few.
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Verse 3:
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She tripped up to Matty Groves
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Her eyes so low cast down
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Saying "Pray, oh, pray come with me stay
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As you pass through the town, as you pass through the town
Verse 4:
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I cannot go, I dare not go
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I fear 'twould cost my life
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For I see by the little ring you wear
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You are Lord Arlens wife, the great Lord Arlens wife
Verse 5:
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This may be false, this may be true
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I can't deny it all
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Lord Arlens gone to consecrate
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King Henry at Whitehall, King Henry at Whitehall
Verse 6:
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Oh pray, oh pray come with me stay
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I'll hide thee out of sight
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I'll serve you there beyond compare
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And sleep with you the night, and sleep with you the night
Verse 7:
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Her little page did listen well
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to all that they did say
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and ere the sun could rise again
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He quickly sped away, he quickly sped away
Verse 8:
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And he did run the Kings highway
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He swam across the tide
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He ne'er did stop until he came
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To the great Lord Arlens side, to the great Lord Arlens side
Instrumental:
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Verse 9:
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What news what news my bully boy
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what news brings you to me
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My castle burned, my tenants robbed
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My lady with baby, my lady with baby
Verse 10:
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No harm has come your house and land
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The little page did say
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"But Matty Groves is bedded up
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With your fair lady gay, With your fair lady gay
Verse 11:
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Lord Arlen called his merry men
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He bade them with him go
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He bade them ne'er a word to speak
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And ne'er a horn to blow, and ne'er a horn to blow
Verse 12:
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But among Lord Arlens merry men
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Was one who wished no ill
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And the bravest lad in all the crew
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Blew his horn so loud and shrill, blew his horn so loud and shrill
Instrumental:
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Verse 13:
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Whats this whats this cried Matty Groves
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Whats this that I do hear
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It must be Lord Arlens merry men
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The ones that I do fear, the ones that I do fear
Verse 14:
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Lie down lie down little Matty Groves
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And keep my back from cold
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Its only Lord Arlens merry men
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a'callin the sheep to fold, a'callin the sheep to fold.
Verse 15:
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Little Matty Groves he did lie down
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He took a nap asleep
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And when he woke Lord Arlen was
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A'standing at his feet, a'standing at his feet.
Instrumental:
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Verse 16:
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How now how now my bully boy
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Oh how do you like my sheets
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And how do you like my fair young bride
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Who lies in your arms asleep, who lies in your arms asleep.
Verse 17:
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Ah its very well I like your bed
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And its fine I like your sheets
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But its best I like your fair young bride
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Who lies in my arms asleep, Who lies in my arms asleep.
Verse 18:
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Rise up rise up little Matty Groves
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As fast as e'er you can
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In England it shall ne'er be said
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I slew a sleepin' man, I slew a sleepin' man
Verse 19:
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And the firstest stroke little Matty struck
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He hurt Lord Arlen sore
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But the nextest stroke Lord Arlen struck
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Little Matty struck no more, Little Matty struck no more.
Verse 20:
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Rise up rise up my gay young bride
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Draw on your pretty clothes
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Now tell me do you like me best
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Or like you Matty Groves, or the dying Matty Groves.
Verse 21:
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She picked up Matty's dying head
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she kissed from cheek to chin
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Said "Its Matty Groves I'd rather have
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Than Arlen and all his kin, than Arlen and all his kin.
Verse 22:
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Ah, woe is me and woe is thee
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Why stayed you not your hand
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For you have killed the fairest lad
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