Little Mathie Grove

Ralph Stanley

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A D A E A D A [Verse 1]
A On a high, on a high, on a high holiday,
A On the very best day in the year.
A Little Matty Grove to the church did go,
A The Holy word to hear. [Verse 2]
A And some come in all dressed in white,
A And some in purple and blue,
A And then come in Lord Arnold's wife
A The flower among the few. [Interlude]
A D A E A D A [Verse 3]
A She looked him, he looked at her,
A The like had never been done
A Till she got up and took his hand
A And bade him come alone. [Verse 4]
A Well they tossed and they turned in the bed all night
A Till they lay fast asleep.
A When they woke up in the new morn dawn,
A Lord Arnold stood at their feet. [Interlude]
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A D A E A D A [Verse 5]
A He said "Get up, little Mathie Grove,
A And put your clothing on.
A For it'll never be known in old England
A I slayed a naked man." [Verse 6]
A "I shan't get up, I won't get dressed,
A I fear so for my life!
A For you have got two very short swords,
A And me not nary a knife." [Interlude]
A D A E A D A [Verse 7]
A "Well yes I've got two very short swords;
A They cost me deep in the purse,
A And you shall have the better of the two
A And I shall take the worse." [Verse 8]
A "And you may strike the very first blow,
A And strike it like a man.
A And I shall strike the very next one,
A And kill you if I can." [Interlude]
A D A E A D A [Verse 9]
A Well Mathie struck the very first blow,
A It hurt Lord Arnold sore.
A And Arnold struck the very next one,
A Left Mathie layin' dead in his gore. [Verse 10]
A He turned his eyes to his wife in her bed,
A The rage and the hate saw she.
A "Who do you like best now?" he said,
A Little Mathie Grove or me?" [Interlude]
A D A E A D A [Verse 11]
A Very well do I like your brow," said she,
A "Very well do I like your chin,
A But I like Mathie Grove in all of his gore,
A Better than you and all your kin. [Verse 12]
A Well, he took her by the hair of her head
A He led her through the hall,
A And with his sword cut off her head,
A And kicked it against the wall.
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