комментированный список 1962 "Концерты Джоан Баэз, часть 1"
Matty Groves (Traditional)
Hi ho, hi ho, holiday, the best day of the year
Little Matty Groves at church did go, some holy words to hear
Some holy words to hear
He spied three ladies dressed in black, as they came into view
Lord Arlen's wife was gaily clad, a flower among the few
A flower among the few
She tripped up to Matty Groves, her eyes so low cast down
Sayin', pray oh pray come with me stay as you pass through the town
As you pass through the town
I cannot go, I dare not go, I fear it'll cost my life
For I see by the little ring you wear you are Lord Arlen's wife
You're the great Lord Arlen's wife.
This may be false, this may be true, I can't deny it all
But Arlen's gone to consecrate King Henry at Whitehall
King Henry at Whitehall
Oh pray oh pray come with me stay, I'll hide thee out of sight
I'll serve you there beyond compare and sleep with you tonight
And sleep with you tonight
Her little page did listen well to all that they did say
And e'er the sun could rise again, he quickly sped away
He quickly sped away
And he did run the King's highway, he swam across the tide
He ne'er did stop until he came to the great Lord Arlen's side
To the great Lord Arlen's side
What news, what news my bully boy? What news brings you to me?
My castle burnt, my tenants robbed, my lady with baby?
My lady with baby?
No harm has come to your house and land, the little page did say
But Matty Groves is bedded up with your fair lady gay
With your fair lady gay
Lord Arlen called his merry men, he bade them with him go
he bade them nary a word to speak and nary a horn to blow
And nary a horn to blow
But among Lord Arlen's merry men was one who wished no ill
And the bravest lad in all the crew blew his horn so loud and shrill
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 Arlen's merry men, the ones that I do fear
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 a-callin the sheep to fold
A-callin' the sheep to fold
Little Matty Groves he did lie down, he took a nap asleep
And when he awoke Lord Arlen was a-standin' at his feet
A-standin' at his feet
How now, how now, my bully boy, oh how do you like my sheets?
And how do you like my fair young bride who lies in your arms asleep?
Who lies in your arms asleep?
It's very well like your bed and it's fine I like your sheets
But it's best I like your fair young bride who lies in my arms asleep
Who lies in my arms asleep
Rise up, rise up little Matty Groves as fast as e'er ye can
In England it shall ne'er be said I slew a sleepin' man
I slew a sleepin' man
And the first to stroke little Matty struck, he hurt Lord Arlen sore
But the next to stroke Lord Arlen struck, little Matty struck no more
Little Matty struck no more
Rise up, rise up my gay young bride, draw on your pretty clothes
Now tell me do you like me best, or like your Matty Groves
Or the dying Matty Groves
She picked up Matty's dying head, she kissed from cheek to chin
Said, it's Matty Groves I'd rather have than Arlen and all his kin
Than Arlen and all his kin
Oh woe is me and woe is thee, why staid ye not your hand
For you have killed the fairest lad in all of England
In all of England
Сверил с фонограммой VФ
есть версии, где лорд Арлен – лорд Доналд или лорд Барнард; Мэтти Гровс – Масгрейв
Ниже приведены две версии из сборника баллад Чайлда
(первая близка к версии Джоан Баэз, вторая – к версии "Фэрпорт конвеншн")
и родственная баллада "Little Musgrave".
Фонограмму и текст "Фэрпорт конвеншн" смотрите здесь:
Baez/versions/Fairport_Convention/1969_December_LIEGE_AND_LIEF/04_Matty_Groves.mp3
Baez/versions/Fairport_Convention/1969_December_LIEGE_AND_LIEF/04_Matty_Groves.txt
==========#81 in the F.J. Child collection of broadside ballads
Mattie Groves
Traditional
Hi ho, hi ho, on high holiday, the best day of the year
Little Mattie Groves to church did go, some holy words to hear
Some holy words to hear
He saw two ladies dressed in black, as they came into view
Lord Arlen's wife was gaily clad, a flower among the few
A flower among the few
She tripped up to Mattie Groves, her eyes so low cast down
Sayin stay, oh stay, come with me pray as you pass through the town
As you pass through the town
I cannot go, I dare not go, I fear it would mean my life
For I see by the little ring you wear you are Lord Arlen's wife
You're the great Lord Arlen's wife.
This may be false, this may be true, I can't deny it all
Lord Arlen's gone to consecrate King Henry at Whitehall
King Henry at Whitehall
Her little page did listen well to all that they did say
And err the sun did rise again, he quickly sped away
He quickly sped away
And he did run the King's highway, he swam across the tide
He ne'er did stop until he came to the great Lord Arlen's side
To the great Lord Arlen's side
How now, how now my bully boy? What news brings you to me?
My castle burnt, my tenants robbed, my lady with baby?
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
With your fair lady gay
Lord Arlen called his merry men, he bade them with him go
he bade them nary a word to speak and nary a horn to blow
And nary a horn to blow
Now among Lord Arlen's merry men was one who wished no ill
nd the bravest lad among the crew blew his horn so loud and shrill
Blew his horn so loud and shrill
What's this, what's this cried Mattie Groves, what's this that I do hear
It must be Lord Arlen's merry men, the ones that I do fear
The ones that I do fear
Lie down, lie down little Mattie Groves and keep my back from cold
It's only Lord Arlen's merry men calling the sheep to fold
Calling the sheep to fold
Little Mattie Groves he did lie down, he took a nap asleep
And when he awoke Lord Arlen was standing at his feet
A-standin at his feet
How now, how now, my bully boy, how do you like my sheets?
And how do you like your fair young bride who lies in your arms asleep?
Who lies in your arms asleep?
Oh it's very well I like your bed and it's fine I like your sheets
But it's best I like your fair young bride who lies in my arms asleep
Who lies in my arms asleep
Rise up, rise up little Mattie Groves as fast as e'er ye can
In England it shall ne'er be said that I slew a sleepin man
I slew a sleepin man
Now the first to struck little Mattie struck, he hurt Lord Arlen sore
But the next to stroke Lord Arlen struck little Mattie struck no more
Little Mattie struck no more
How now, how now my fair young bride, draw on your pretty clothes
Now tell me do you like me best, or like your Mattie Groves
Or the dying Mattie Groves
She picked up Mattie's dying head she kissed from cheek to chin
Said it's Mattie Groves I'd rather have than Lord Arlen and all his kin
Lord Arlen and all his kin
Woe is me, woe is me, why staid ye not your hand
For you have killed the fairest lad in all of England
In all of England
===Alternate Words
A holiday, a holiday, the first one of the year
Lord Arlen'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 Mattie Groves, walking in the park.
Come home with me little Mattie Groves, come home with me tonight
Come home with me little Mattie Groves and sleep with me tonight.
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 Arlen's wife.
'Tis true I am Lord Arlen's wife, Lord Arlen's not at home
He is out to the far corn fields, bringing the yearlings home.
And the sundt who was standing by and hearing what was said
He saw Lord Arlen, he would know, before the sun would set.
And in his hurry to carry the news, he filled his breast and ran
And when he came to the broad mill stream he took off his shoes and swam
Little Mattie Groves, he lay down and took a little sleep
When he awoke Lord Arlen, was standing at his feet
Saying how do you like my feather bed and how do you like my sheets
And 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 maid who lies in my arms asleep.
Well Get Up! Get Up! Lord Arlen cried, Get Up as quick as you can
It'll never be said in fair England I slew a naked man!
Oh I won'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 have but a pocket knife.
Well it's true I have two beaten swords, they cost me deep in the purse
But you will have the better of them and I will have the worst.
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 Mattie struck the very first blow and he hurt Lord Arlen sore
Lord Arlen struck the very next blow and Mattie struck no more.
And then Lord Arlen he took his wife, he sat her on his knee
Saying who do you like the best of us, Mattie Groves or me.
And then spoke up his own dear wife never heard to speak so free
I'd rather kiss one dead Mattie's lips than you and your finery.
Lord Arlen he jumped up and loudly he did bawl
He stuck his wife right through the heart and pinned her against the wall.
A grave, a grave, Lord Arlen cried, to put these lovers in
But bury my lady at the top for she was of noble kin.
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LITTLE MUSGRAVE from Nic Jones
As it fell out upon a day
As many in the year
Musgrave to the church did go
To see fair ladies there
And some came down in red velvet
And some came down in Pall
And the last to come down was the Lady Barnard
The fairest of them all
She's cast a look on the Little Musgrave
As bright as the summer sun
And then bethought this Little Musgrave
This lady's love I've won
Good-day good-day you handsome youth
God make you safe and free
What would you give this day Musgrave
To lie one night with me
oh, I dare not for my lands, lady
I dare not for my life
For the ring on your white finger shows
You are Lord Barnard's wife
Lord Barnard's to the hunting gone
And I hope he'll never return
And you shall sleep into his bed
And keep his lady warm
There's nothing for to fear Musgrave
You nothing have to fear
I'll set a page outside the gate
To watch til morning clear
And woe be to the little footpage
And an ill death may he die
For he's away to the green wood
As fast as he could fly
And when he came to the wide water
He fell on his belly and swam
And when he came to the other side
He took to his heels and ran
And when he came to the green wood
'Twas dark as dark can be
And he found Lord Barnard and his men
Asleep beneath the trees
Rise up rise up Master he said
Rise up and speak to me
Your wife's in bed with Little Musgrave
Rise up right speedily
If this be truth you tell to me
Then gold shall be your fee
And if it be false you tell to me
Then hanged you shall be
Go saddle me the black he said
Go saddle me the grey
And sound you not the horn said he
Lest our coming it would betray
Now there was a man in Lord Barnard's train
Who loved the Little Musgrave
And he blew his horn both loud and shrill
Away! Musgrave Away!
Oh, I think I hear the morning cock
I think I hear the jay
I think I hear Lord Barnard's horn
Away Musgrave Away
Oh, Lie still, lie still, you little Musgrave
And keep me from the cold
It's nothing but a shepherd boy
Driving his flock to the fold
Is not your hawk upon its perch
Your steed is eating hay
And you a gay lady in your arms
And yet you would away
So he's turned him right and round about
And he fell fast asleep
And when he woke Lord Barnard's men
Were standing at his feet
And how do you like my bed Musgrave
And how do you like my sheets
And how do you like my fair lady
That lies in your arms asleep
Oh, It's well I like your bed he said
And well I like your sheets
And better I like your fair lady
That lies in my arms asleep
Get up, get up young man he said
Get up as swift as you can
For it never will be said in my country
I slew an unarmed man
I have two swords in one scabbard
Full dear they cost me purse
And you shall have the best of them
I shall have the worst
And So slowly, so slowly he rose up
And slowly he put on
And slowly down the stairs he goes
A-Thinking to be slain
And the first stroke Little Musgrave took
It was both deep and sore
And down he fell at Barnard's feet
And word he never spoke more
And how do you like his cheeks, lady
And how do you like his chin
And how do you like his fair body
Now there's no life within
It's well I like his cheeks she said
And well I like his chin
And better I like his fair body
Than all your kith and kin
And he's taken up his long long sword
To strike a mortal blow
And through and through the Lady's heart
The cold steel it did go
As it fell out upon a day
As many in the year
Musgrave to the church did go
To see fair ladies there