Come home with me tonight
And when the meeting it was done
And sleep with me 'til light"
He took off his shoes and he swam
"A grave, a grave", Lord Donald cried
He is out in the far cornfields
She cast her eyes about

Lord Donald, he jumped up

But better I like your lady gay
The Gospel for to hear
"Get up as quick as you can
It'll never be said in fair England
By the rings on your fingers

And sleep with you tonight

I slew a naked man"
And he hurt Lord Donald sore
"Come home with me, little Matty Groves
When he awoke, Lord Donald
But bury my lady at the top
"I'd rather a kiss from dead Matty's lips
And took a little sleep
And how do you like my sheets
And there she saw little Matty Groves
"Oh, well, I like your feather bed
"Well, get up, get up", Lord Donald cried
I can tell you are Lord Donald's wife"
How do you like my lady
Saying, "Who do you like the best of us
And then Lord Donald he took his wife

And in his hurry to carry the news
Saying, "How do you like my feather bed
And hearing what was said
Who lies in my arms asleep"
Before the sun would set

Was standing at his feet
And I will have the worse"
Who lies in your arms asleep?"
For she was of noble kin"
So Matty struck the very first blow
Lord Donald's wife came into the church

Come home with me, little Matty Groves
He struck his wife right through the heart

I will strike the very next blow
He bent his breast and ran
I can't get up for my life
Matty Groves or me?"
He swore Lord Donald he would know
And I not a pocket knife"
"Oh, I can't get up, I won't get up
"And you will strike the very first blow
"Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home
Lord Donald's not at home
And Matty struck no more
And a servant who was standing by
Never heard to speak so free

And he sat her on his knee
Lord Donald struck the very next blow
"Well, it's true I have two beaten swords
And well, I like your sheets

Walking in the crowd

And loudly he did bawl
Than you or your finery"

"To put these lovers in
But you will have the better of them
And pinned her against the wall

Little Matty Groves, he lay down
And when he came to the broad mill stream

"But if I am Lord Donald's wife
And then up spoke his own dear wife
Bringing the yearlings home"
And they cost me deep in the purse
And I'll kill you if I can"
And strike it like a man
For you have two long beaten swords