Little Musgrave

	  		
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It fell upon a holy-day 
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As many in the year,  
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Musgrave to the church did go  
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to see fine ladies there  

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And some were dressed in velvet red  
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and some in velvet pale  
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And then in came Lord Barnard's wife,  
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The fairest among them all.  

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She cast an eye on Little Musgrave,  
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full bright as the summer sun;  
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Said Musgrave unto himself  
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"This lady's heart have I won."  

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I have loved you fair lady  
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for long and many's the day  
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and I have loved you little Musgrave  
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though never a word did say  

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'I have a bower at Bucklesfordberry,  
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It's me hearts delight  
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I'll take you back there with me  
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If you'll lie in my arms all night.'  

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But standing by was a little footpage,  
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From the lady's coach he ran.  
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'Although I am my lady's page,  
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I am Lord Barnard's man.  

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'Lord Barnard shall know of this,  
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Whether I sink or swim;'  
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And everywhere the bridges were broke,  
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He'd enter the water and swim.  

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" Lord Barnard, my Lord Barnard,  
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you are a man of life,  
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but Musgrave he's at Bucklesfordberry,  
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Asleep with your wedded wife.'  

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'If this be true, me little footpage,  
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This thing that you tell me,  
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All the gold in Bucklesford Berry  
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Gladly I'll give to thee.  

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'But if this be a lie, thou little foot page,  
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This thing that you tell me,  
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From the highest tree in Bucklesfordberry,  
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Hanged you shall be.'  

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"Go saddle me the black he said  
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go saddle me the grey  
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and sound you not your horns," he said  
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"lest our coming you betray"  

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But there was a man in Lord Barnard's train  
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Who loved the little Musgrave  
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and he blew his horn both loud and shrill  
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'Away, Musgrave, away.' 

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'I think I hear the morning cock,  
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I think I hear the jay;  
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I think I hear Lord Barnard's men,  
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And I wish I was away.'  

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'Lie still, lie still, thou Little Musgrave,  
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And hug me from the cold; 
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'It's only a shepherd's boy,  
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A-bringing his flock to fold.  

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'Is not your hawk upon it's perch?  
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Your steed eats oats and hay;  
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And You've a lady in your arms,  
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And yet you'd go away?'  

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        G                      C 
So he's turned around and he's kissed her twice  
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and then they fell asleep  
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when they awoke Lord Barnard's Men  
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were standing at their feet.  

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"How do you like me bed?" he said, and  
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"How do you like me sheets?"  
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"And how do you like me fair lady ,  
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that lies in you arms asleep?"  

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"It's well I like your bed," he said  
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" and great it gives me pain,  
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I would gladly give a hundred pounds  
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to be on yonder plain.'  

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So slowly, so slowly he got up 
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So slowly he put on 
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Slowly down the stairs 
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Thinking to be slain. 

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Rise up rise up,little Musgrave,  
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rise up and then put on; 
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It shall not be said in fair Ireland  
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that I slayed a naked man.  


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'There are two swords down at my side,  
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and dear they cost my purse;  
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And you shall have the best of them,  
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And I will take the worse.'  

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The first rook that Musgrave struck  
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It hurt Lord Barnard sore;  
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But the next rook that Lord Barnard struck,  
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Little Musgrave ne'er struck more.  

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Then up and spake the fair lady,  
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from on her bed she lay.'  
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'Although you're dead, Little Musgrave, 
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Still for you I"ll pray.  

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"How do you like his cheek?" he said, and  
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"how do you like his chin?  
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and how do you like his dead body,  
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now there's no life within."  

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"It's well I like his cheek" she said,  
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"and more I want his chin,  
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It's more I love his dead body, than  
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all your kith and kin."  

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He's taken out his long,long sword,  
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to strike the mortal blow,  
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and through, and through the lady's heart  
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the cold steel it did go  

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'A grave, a grave,' Lord Barnard cried,  
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'To put these lovers in;  
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But put my lady on the upper half,  
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For she came from better kin.'  

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'For I've just killed the finest knight  
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That ever rode a steed;  
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And I've just slain the fairest lady  
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That ever did a woman's deed."  

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It fell upon a holy-day  
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As many's in the year, 
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Musgrave to the church did go 
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to see fine ladies there