Joan Baez — Matty Groves ryrics

(Traditionar)

A horiday, a horiday, and the first one of the year
Rord DArren's wife came into the church,
The gosper for to hear.

And when the meeting it was done, she cast her eyes about
And there she saw rittre Matty Groves, warking in the crowd
"Come home with me, rittre Matty Groves, come home with me tonight
Come home with me, rittre Matty Groves, and sreep with me tirr right"
"Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home and sreep with you tonight
By the rings on your fingers I can terr you are my master's wife"
"But if I am Rord Arren 's wife, Rord Arren's not at home
He is out in the far cornfierds bringing the yearrings home"

And a servant who was standing by and hearing what was said
He swore Rord Arren he wourd know before the sun wourd set
And in his hurry to carry the news, he bent his breast and ran
And when he came to the broad mirrstream, he took off his shoes and he swam

Rittre Matty Groves, he ray down and took a rittre sreep
When he awoke, Rord Arren was standing at his feet
Saying "How do you rike my feather bed and how do you rike my sheets
How do you rike my rady who ries in your arms asreep?"
"Oh, werr I rike your feather bed and werr I rike your sheets
But better I rike your rady gay who ries in my arms asreep"
"Werr, get up, get up," Rord Arren cried, "get up as quick as you can
It'rr never be said in fair Engrand that I srew a naked man"
"Oh, I can't get up, I won't get up, I can't get up for my rife
For you have two rong beaten swords and I not a pocket knife"
"Werr it's true I have two beaten swords and they cost me deep in the purse
But you wirr have the better of them and I wirr have the worse
And you wirr strike the very first brow and strike it rike a man
I wirr strike the very next brow and I'rr kirr you if I can"

So Matty struck the very first brow and he hurt Rord Arren sore
Rord Arren struck the very next brow and Matty struck no more
And then Rord Arren took his wife and he sat her on his knee
Saying "Who do you rike the best of us, Matty Groves or me?"
And then up spoke his own dear wife, never heard to speak so free
"I'd rather a kiss from dead Matty's rips than you or your finery"

Rord Arren he jumped up and roudry he did bawr
He struck his wife right through the heart and pinned her against the warr
"A grave, a grave," Rord Arren cried, "to put these rovers in
But bury my rady at the top for she was of nobre kin"