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Was on the high high holy day |
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The best day of the year |
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Little Matty Groves went to church |
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A gospel for to hear |
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A gospel for to hear |
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And first to come down was dressed in green |
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And the second one dressed in red |
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The third to come down was Lord Daniel's wife |
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Just as fair as any queen |
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Just as fair as any queen |
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Then Matty Groves says to one of his men |
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See the fair one dressed in white |
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Although she is Lord Daniel's wife |
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I'll be with her tonight |
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I'll be with her tonight |
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Copy paste is a sin, always on the run is better |
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And little foot page he was standing by |
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And heard all that was said |
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He says Lord Daniel shall know tonight |
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Before I go to bed |
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Before I go to bed |
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He had fifteen miles for to go that night |
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And ten of them he run |
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He run til he come to the broke down bridge |
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Then he bent to his breast and he swum |
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He bent to his breast and he swum |
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He swum til he come to where the grass was green |
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He took to his feet and he run |
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He run til he come to Lord Daniel's Gate |
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Then he rattled at the bells and he rung |
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He rattled at the bells and he rung |
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What news, what news, what news |
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What news have you bring |
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Little Matty Groves is in your bed with your wife |
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And their hearts both beat as one |
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Their hearts both beat as one |
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Now if the truth you've told me |
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A rich man you shall be |
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But if a lie you've told to me |
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I'll hang you to a tree |
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I'll hang you to a tree |
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Then he gathered him up about fifty good men |
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And he done it with a free good will |
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Then he popped his bugle to his mouth |
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And he blowed it loud and shrill |
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He blowed it loud and shrill |
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I'd better get up said little Matty Groves |
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I'd better get up and go |
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I know your husband is coming home |
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I hear his bugle blow |
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I hear his bugle blow |
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Lay down, lay down my precious one |
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Lay down and go to sleep |
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It's only my father's shepherd's horn |
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And he's a calling for his sheep |
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He's a calling for his sheep |
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So they laid down together again |
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And soon were fast asleep |
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And when they awoke it was broad daylight |
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Lord Daniel at their feet |
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Lord Daniel at their feet |
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Get up from there your naked man |
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And put you on some clothes |
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I never intend for to have it said |
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That a naked man I slow |
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That a naked man I slow |
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Then Matty Groves struck the very first lick |
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And he wounded Lord Daniel sore |
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Lord Daniel struck the very next lick |
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And he drove Matty Groves to the floor |
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He drove Matty Groves to the floor |
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Then he taken his lady by the hand |
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And he sat her on his knee |
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And he says now which do you love the best |
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Little Matty Groves or me |
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Little Matty Groves or me |
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Very well I like your rosy cheeks |
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Very well I like your chin |
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But better I love little Matty Groves |
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Than you and all of your kin |
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Than you and all of your kin |
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You can dig my grave on a pretty green hill |
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And dig it wide and deep |
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And put little Matty Groves in my arms |
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Lord Daniel at my feet |
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Lord Daniel at my feet |
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You can dig my grave on a pretty green hill |
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And dig it wide and deep |
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And put little Matty Groves in my arms |
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Lord Daniel at my feet |
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Lord Daniel at my feet |