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LORD ORLAND'S WIFE
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LITTLE MATTHEW GREW |
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The first came in was a gay ladye, The next came in was a girl, The next came in was Lord Orland's wife, The fairest of them all.
2 Little Matthew Grew was standing by, She placed her eyes on him, "Go up with me. Little Matthew Grew This livelong night we'll spend."
3 "I can tell by the ring that's on your finger,
You are Lord Orland's wife." "But if I am Lord Orland's wife
Lord Orland is not at home."
4 The little foot-page was standing by, Heard all that she did say; "Your husband surely will hear these words, Before the break of day."
5*. Oh, he had sixteen miles to go,
And ten of them he ran,
He ran till he came to the broken bridge,
He smote his breast and he swam.
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He ran till he came to Lord Orland's hall,
He ran till he came to the gate,
He rattled those bells and bud he rang,
"Awake, Lord Orland, awake!"
7 "What's the matter, what's the matter, my little foot-page,
What's the news you bring to me?" "Litttle Matthew Crew's in bed with your wife,
It's as true as anything can be." 8 "If this be a lie," Lord Orland said, "That you have brought to me,
I'll build a scaffold on the King's highway
And hanged you shall be."
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"If this be a lie I bring to you,
Which you're taking it to be,
You need not build a scaffold on the King's highway,
But hang me to a tree." 10
He called up his merry men all, "Come saddle me my steed,
This night I must go to Bucklesfordbury
For I never had greater need." |
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"Methinks I hear the thressel cock, Methinks I hear the jay, Methinks I hear Lord Orland's bugle, And I would I were away."
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"Lie still, lie still, thou Litde Matthew Grew,
And hugjjle me from the cold, 'Tis nothing but a shepherd's boy
A-driving nis sheep to the fold.
13 At first they fell to hugging and kissing, At last they fell asleep, All on the next morn when they awoke, Lord Orland stood at their bed-feet
14 "Oh, how do you like my curtains fine, Oh, how do you like my sheets, Oh, how do you like my gay ladye, That lies in your arms and sleeps?"
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"Very well I like your curtains fine, Very well I like your sheets, Much better I like your gay ladye That lies in my arms and sleeps." 16
"Get up, get up, Little Matthew Grew, And prove your word to be true, I'll never have it for to say, A naked man I slew."
17 The first lick struck Little Matthew struck Which caused an awful wound, The next lick struck Lord Orland struck, And laid him on the ground.
18* "Oh, how do you like my curtains fine, Oh, how do you like my sheets, Oh, how do you like Little Matthew Grew That lies on the ground and sleeps?"
19* "Very well I like your curtains fine, Very well I like your sheets, Much better I like Little Matthew Grew That lies on the ground and sleeps." |
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