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