And I'll kill you if I can"
And when he came to the broad mill stream
And pinned her against the wall
And took a little sleep
He struck his wife right through the heart
"Oh, well, I like your feather bed
Was standing at his feet
For you have two long beaten swords
And then Lord Donald he took his wife
Than you or your finery"
And Matty struck no more
How do you like my lady
"Oh, I can't get up, I won't get up
"To put these lovers in
And I will have the worse"
"Come home with me, little Matty Groves
And in his hurry to carry the news
And there she saw little Matty Groves
Saying, "Who do you like the best of us
And hearing what was said
Lord Donald, he jumped up
"Get up as quick as you can
So Matty struck the very first blow
When he awoke, Lord Donald
Matty Groves or me?"
Who lies in my arms asleep"
And how do you like my sheets
She cast her eyes about
But bury my lady at the top
And he hurt Lord Donald sore
"Well, get up, get up", Lord Donald cried
Lord Donald's not at home
"I'd rather a kiss from dead Matty's lips
Lord Donald struck the very next blow
And well, I like your sheets
I slew a naked man"
Lord Donald's wife came into the church
Never heard to speak so free
"But if I am Lord Donald's wife
I can tell you are Lord Donald's wife"
Before the sun would set
He took off his shoes and he swam
The Gospel for to hear
But better I like your lady gay
"A grave, a grave", Lord Donald cried
It'll never be said in fair England
But you will have the better of them
"Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home
Who lies in your arms asleep?"
I can't get up for my life
Come home with me tonight
Bringing the yearlings home"
And sleep with you tonight
By the rings on your fingers
He swore Lord Donald he would know
And loudly he did bawl
And I not a pocket knife"
He is out in the far cornfields
And strike it like a man
Walking in the crowd
And sleep with me 'til light"
Saying, "How do you like my feather bed
And a servant who was standing by
"Well, it's true I have two beaten swords
I will strike the very next blow
And then up spoke his own dear wife
And when the meeting it was done
He bent his breast and ran
Come home with me, little Matty Groves
Little Matty Groves, he lay down
And they cost me deep in the purse
"And you will strike the very first blow
And he sat her on his knee
