G C It fell upon a holy-dayG As many in the year,G C Musgrave to the church did goG C G to see fine ladies there [Verse]G C And some were dressed in velvet redG and some in velvet paleG C And then in came Lord Barnard's wife,G C G The fairest among them all. [Verse]G C She cast an eye on Little Musgrave,G full bright as the summer sun;C Said Musgrave unto himselfG C G "This lady's heart have I won." [Verse]G C G I have loved you fair ladyG for long and many's the dayG C G and I have loved you little MusgraveG C G though never a word did say [Verse]G C 'I have a bower at Bucklesfordberry,G It's me hearts delightG C I'll take you back there with meG C G If you'll lie in my arms all night.' [Verse]G C But standing by was a little footpage,G From the lady's coach he ran.G C 'Although I am my lady's page,G C G I am Lord Barnard's man. [Verse]G C 'Lord Barnard shall know of this,G Whether I sink or swim;' G c And everywhere the bridges were broke,G C G He'd enter the water and swim. [Verse]G C G " Lord Barnard, my Lord Barnard,G you are a man of life,G C G but Musgrave he's at Bucklesfordberry,G C G Asleep with your wedded wife.' [Verse]G C 'If this be true, me little footpage,G This thing that you tell me,G C All the gold in Bucklesford BerryG C G Gladly I'll give to thee. [Verse]G C 'But if this be a lie, thou little foot page,G This thing that you tell me,G C From the highest tree in Bucklesfordberry,G C G Hanged you shall be.'[Verse]G C G "Go saddle me the black he saidG go saddle me the greyG C G and sound you not your horns," he saidG C G "lest our coming you betray" [Verse]G C But there was a man in Lord Barnard's trainG Who loved the little MusgraveG C and he blew his horn both loud and shrillG C G 'Away, Musgrave, away.' [Verse]G C 'I think I hear the morning cock,G I think I hear the jay;G C I think I hear Lord Barnard's men,G C G And I wish I was away.' [Verse]G C 'Lie still, lie still, thou Little Musgrave,G And hug me from the cold;G C 'It's only a shepherd's boy,G C G A-bringing his flock to fold. [Verse]G C 'Is not your hawk upon it's perch?G Your steed eats oats and hay;G C And You've a lady in your arms,G C G And yet you'd go away?' [Verse]G C So he's turned around and he's kissed her twiceG and then they fell asleepG C when they awoke Lord Barnard's MenG C G were standing at their feet. [Verse]G C G "How do you like me bed?" he said, andG "How do you like me sheets?"G C G "And how do you like me fair lady ,G C G that lies in you arms asleep?" [Verse]G C "It's well I like your bed," he saidG " and great it gives me pain,G C I would gladly give a hundred poundsG C G to be on yonder plain.' [Verse]G C So slowly, so slowly he got upG So slowly he put onG C Slowly down the stairsG C G Thinking to be slain. [Verse]G C G Rise up rise up,little Musgrave,G rise up and then put on;G C G It shall not be said in fair IrelandG C G that I slayed a naked man. [Verse]G C 'There are two swords down at my side,G and dear they cost my purse;G C And you shall have the best of them,G C G And I will take the worse.' [Verse]G C The first rook that Musgrave struckG It hurt Lord Barnard sore;G C But the next rook that Lord Barnard struck,G C G Little Musgrave ne'er struck more. [Verse]G C Then up and spake the fair lady,G from on her bed she lay.'G C 'Although you're dead, Little Musgrave,G C G Still for you I"ll pray. [Verse]G C G "How do you like his cheek?" he said, andG "how do you like his chin?G C G and how do you like his dead body,G C G now there's no life within." [Verse]G C "It's well I like his cheek" she said,G "and more I want his chin,G C It's more I love his dead body, thanG C G all your kith and kin." [Verse]G C He's taken out his long,long sword,G to strike the mortal blow,G C and through, and through the lady's heartG C G the cold steel it did go [Verse]G C 'A grave, a grave,' Lord Barnard cried,G 'To put these lovers in;G C But put my lady on the upper half,G C G For she came from better kin.' [Verse]G C 'For I've just killed the finest knightG That ever rode a steed;G C And I've just slain the fairest ladyG C G That ever did a woman's deed." [Verse]G C It fell upon a holy-dayG As many's in the year,G C Musgrave to the church did goG C G to see fine ladies there
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