Also Mattie Groves.

Classic ballad of betrayal and revenge found in the Scottish, English, and American folk tradition, dating back to at least the 17th century (printed versions appear by 1641, although the song is quoted in 1611's stage hit, Knight of the Burning Pestle). In folklorist circles, the song is considered a variant of Child Ballad #81, Little Musgrave and Lady Barnard. Cecil Sharp found at least 17 variants throughout Appalachia. Alternate titles include: Little Musgrave and Lady Barnet, Lord Barnard, Young Musgrave, Lord Barnaby, Wee Messgrove, Little Musgrave, Little Sir Grove, Lord Barnabas, Lord Barnett and Little Munsgrove, Little Mushiegrove, and Little Massgrove.

    Holiday, a Holiday, the first one of the year
    Lord Darnell's wife came into church, the gospel for to hear.

    And when the meeting it was done, she cast her eyes about,
    And there she saw little Matty Groves, walking in the crowd.

    "Come home with me, little Matty Groves, come home with me tonight.
    Come home with me, little Matty Groves, and sleep with me till light."

    "Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home and sleep with you tonight,
    By the rings on your fingers I can tell you are Lord Darnell's wife."

    "What if I am Lord Darnell's wife? Lord Darnell's not at home.
    For he is out in the far cornfields, bringing the yearlings home."

    And a servant who was standing by and hearing what was said,
    He swore Lord Darnell he would know before the sun would set.

    And in his hurry to carry the news, he bent his breast and ran,
    And when he came to the broad mill stream, he took off his shoes and swam.

    "How now, how now my bully boy? What news brings you to me?
    My castle burnt, my tenants robbed, my lady with baby?"

    "No harm has come to your house and lands," his little page did say.
    "But Mattie Groves is bedded up with your fair lady gay."

    Lord Darnell called his merry men, he bade them with him go.
    He bade them nary a word to speak and nary a horn to blow.

    Now among Lord Darnell's merry men was one who wished no ill,
    and the bravest lad among the crew blew his horn so loud and shrill

    "What's this, what's this?" cried Matty Groves, "What's this that I do hear?
    It must be Lord Darnell's merry men, the ones that I do fear!"

    "Lie down, lie down little Matty Groves and keep my back from cold. It's only Lord Arlen's merry men calling the sheep to fold"

    Little Matty Groves, he lay down and took a little sleep.
    When he awoke, Lord Darnell he was standing at his feet.

    Saying "How do you like my feather bed? And how do you like my sheets?
    How do you like my lady who lies in your arms asleep?"

    "Oh, well I like your feather bed, and well I like your sheets.
    But better I like your lady gay who lies in my arms asleep."

    "Well, get up, get up," Lord Darnell cried, "get up as quick as you can!
    It'll never be said in fair England that I slew a naked man."

    "Oh, I can't get up, I won't get up, I can't get up for my life.
    For you have two long beaten swords and I not a pocket-knife."

    "Well it's true I have two beaten swords, and they cost me deep in the purse.
    But you will have the better of them and I will have the worse."

    "And you will strike the very first blow, and strike it like a man.
    I will strike the very next blow, and I'll kill you if I can."

    So Matty struck the very first blow, and he hurt Lord Darnell sore.
    Lord Darnell struck the very next blow, and Matty struck no more.

    And then Lord Darnell he took his wife and he sat her on his knee,
    Saying, "Who do you like the best of us, Matty Groves or me?"

    And then up spoke his own dear wife, never heard to speak so free.
    "I'd rather a kiss from dead Matty's lips than you and your finery."

    Lord Darnell he jumped up and loudly he did bawl,
    He struck his wife right through the heart and pinned her against the wall.

    "A grave, a grave!'' Lord Darnell cried, "to put these lovers in.
    But bury my lady at the top for she was of noble kin."
These lyrics combine those I've heard from Fairport Convention's "Matty Groves" on Liege And Lief (Island Records ILPS 9115 (UK) and A&M SP-4257(US)) and the Beers Family's rendition of "Mattie Groves" on Columbia (45026) Folk Classics: Roots Of American Folk Music. Of course, in the folk tradition, verses come and go, the song can have as many as thirty verses, or, if you're pressed for time, a wag has condensed it to one:
    Matty Groves was a stupid prat
    He shagged Lord Arnold's wife--
    Lord Arnold caught him on the job,
    And Matty lost his life.

Additional sources:
Bramah, Jack. "Re: MATTY GROVES." 24 February 1998.
Nelson, Lesley. Folk Music of England, Scotland, Ireland, Wales and America. <> (7 November 2002)

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