[ Предположительная тональность: Am ] From the album In Concert part 1 [Verse 1] Am Dm Hi ho hi ho holiday Am E The best day of the year Am Dm Little Matty Groves to church did go Am E Am E Am some holy words to hear, some holy words to hear [Verse 2] Am Dm He spied three ladies dressed in black Am E As they came into view Am Dm Lord Arlens wife was gaily clad Am E Am E Am a flower among the few, a flower among the few. [Verse 3] Am Dm She tripped up to Matty Groves Am E Her eyes so low cast down Am Dm Saying "Pray, oh, pray come with me stay Am E Am E Am As you pass through the town, as you pass through the town [Verse 4] Am Dm I cannot go, I dare not go Am E I fear 'twould cost my life Am Dm For I see by the little ring you wear Am E Am E Am You are Lord Arlens wife, the great Lord Arlens wife [Verse 5] Am Dm This may be false, this may be true Am E I can't deny it all Am Dm Lord Arlens gone to consecrate Am E Am E Am King Henry at Whitehall, King Henry at Whitehall [Verse 6] Am Dm Oh pray, oh pray come with me stay Am E I'll hide thee out of sight Am Dm I'll serve you there beyond compare Am E Am E Am And sleep with you the night, and sleep with you the night [Verse 7] Am Dm Her little page did listen well Am E to all that they did say Am Dm and ere the sun could rise again Am E Am E Am He quickly sped away, he quickly sped away [Verse 8] Am Dm And he did run the Kings highway Am E He swam across the tide Am Dm He ne'er did stop until he came Am E Am E Dm Dsus2 Dm To the great Lord Arlens side, to the great Lord Arlens side [Instrumental] Am Asus2 Am E E7 E Am [Verse 9] Am Dm What news what news my bully boy Am E what news brings you to me Am Dm My castle burned, my tenants robbed Am E Am E Am My lady with baby, my lady with baby [Verse 10] Am Dm No harm has come your house and land Am E The little page did say Am Dm "But Matty Groves is bedded up Am E Am E Am With your fair lady gay, With your fair lady gay [Verse 11] Am Dm Lord Arlen called his merry men Am E He bade them with him go Am Dm He bade them ne'er a word to speak Am E Am E Am And ne'er a horn to blow, and ne'er a horn to blow [Verse 12] Am Dm But among Lord Arlens merry men Am E Was one who wished no ill Am Dm And the bravest lad in all the crew Am E Am E Dm Dsus2 Dm Blew his horn so loud and shrill, blew his horn so loud and shrill [Instrumental] Am Asus2 Am E E7 E Am [Verse 13] Am Dm Whats this whats this cried Matty Groves Am E Whats this that I do hear Am Dm It must be Lord Arlens merry men Am E A E Am The ones that I do fear, the ones that I do fear [Verse 14] Am Dm Lie down lie down little Matty Groves Am E And keep my back from cold Am Dm Its only Lord Arlens merry men Am E Am E Am a'callin the sheep to fold, a'callin the sheep to fold. [Verse 15] Am Dm Little Matty Groves he did lie down Am E He took a nap asleep Am Dm And when he woke Lord Arlen was Am E A E Dm Dsus2 Dm A'standing at his feet, a'standing at his feet. [Instrumental] Am Asus2 Am E E7 E Am [Verse 16] Am Dm How now how now my bully boy Am E Oh how do you like my sheets Am Dm And how do you like my fair young bride Am E Am E Am Who lies in your arms asleep, who lies in your arms asleep. [Verse 17] Am Dm Ah its very well I like your bed Am E And its fine I like your sheets A Dm But its best I like your fair young bride Am E Am E Am Who lies in my arms asleep, Who lies in my arms asleep. [Verse 18] Am Dm Rise up rise up little Matty Groves Am E As fast as e'er you can Am Dm In England it shall ne'er be said Am E Am E Am I slew a sleepin' man, I slew a sleepin' man [Verse 19] Am Dm And the firstest stroke little Matty struck Am E He hurt Lord Arlen sore Am Dm But the nextest stroke Lord Arlen struck Am E Am E Am Little Matty struck no more, Little Matty struck no more. [Verse 20] A Dm Rise up rise up my gay young bride Am E Draw on your pretty clothes Am Dm Now tell me do you like me best Am E Am E Am Or like you Matty Groves, or the dying Matty Groves. [Verse 21] Am Dm She picked up Matty's dying head Am E she kissed from cheek to chin Am E Said "Its Matty Groves I'd rather have Am E Am E Am Than Arlen and all his kin, than Arlen and all his kin. [Verse 22] Am Dm Ah, woe is me and woe is thee Am E Why stayed you not your hand Am Dm For you have killed the fairest lad Am E Dm A In all of England, in all of England
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