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3. Little Matty Groves was standing by; He caught her in his arms.
Little foot-spade was standing by
And he tuk to his heels and he run, run,
And he tuk to his heels and he run.
4. He run till he come to the broken-down bridge, And he bent to his breast and he swum;
And he swum till he come to the high dry land; And he buckled up his shoes and he run, run, And he buckled up his shoes and he run.
5. And he run; he come to 'igh Donald's gate; And he dingle at the ring and it rung. "What news, what news," 'igh Donald, he says, "What news you brung to me, me,
What news you brung to me ?"
6. "No news, no news," little foot-spade said,
"Only little Matty Groves in the bed with your gaily dee." "That's a lie," 'igh Donald said, "a lie, I take it to be, And if there air green tree in all of these wood, A hang man you will be, be, A hang man you will be."
7. He placed his men all in a row, Not a horn or a bugle for to blow. There was one man all in that row
That knowed little Matty Groves well, well, That knowed little Matty Groves well.
8. He wound his horn unto his mouth And blowed both loud and shrill.
"What's that, what's that," little Matty Groves says, "That blows so loud and shrill, shrill, That blows so loud and shrill ?"
9.  "Lie down, lie down," 'igh Donald's wife says, "And keep the cold from me.
It's nothing but my father's little shepherd boy Driving his sheep from the fold, fold, Driving his sheep from the fold."
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