Текст песни John Wesley Harding - The Little Musgrave, слова песни John Wesley Harding

Текст песни John Wesley Harding - The Little Musgrave

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As it fell out upon a dayAs many in the yearMusgrave to the church did goTo see fair ladies thereAnd some came down in red velvetAnd some came down in pallAnd the last to come down was the lady barnardThe fairest of them allShes cast a look on the little musgraveAs bright as the summer sunAnd then bethought this little musgraveThis ladys love Ive wonGood day good day you handsome youthGod make you safe and freeWhat would you give this day musgraveTo lie one night with meI dare not for my lands, ladyI dare not for my lifeFor the ring on your white finger showsYou are lord barnards wifeLord barnards to the hunting goneAnd I hope hell never returnAnd you shall slip into his bedAnd keep his lady warmTheres nothing for to fear musgraveYou nothing have to fearIll set a page outside the gateTo watch til morning clearAnd woe be to the little footpageAnd an ill death may he dieFor hes away to the green woodAs fast as he could flyAnd when he came to the wide waterHe fell on his belly and swamAnd when he came to the other sideHe took to his heels and ranAnd when he came to the green woodtwas dark as dark can beAnd he found lord barnard and his menAsleep beneath the treesRise up rise up master he saidRise up and speak to meYour wifes in bed with little musgraveRise up right speedilyIf this be truth you tell to meThen gold shall be your feeAnd if it be false you tell to meThen hanged you shall beGo saddle me the black he saidGo saddle me the greyAnd sound you not the horn said heLest our coming it would betrayNow there was a man in lord barnards trainWho loved the little musgraveAnd he blew his horn both loud and shrillAway musgrave awayI think I hear the morning cockI think I hear the jayI think I hear lord barnards hornAway musgrave awayLie still, lie still, you little musgraveAnd keep me from the coldIts nothing but a shepherd boyDriving his flock to the foldIs not your hawk upon its perchYour steed is eating hayAnd you a gay lady in your armsAnd yet you would awaySo hes turned him right and round aboutAnd he fell fast asleepAnd when he woke lord barnards menWere standing at his feetAnd how do you like my bed musgraveAnd how do you like my sheetsAnd how do you like my fair ladyThat lies in your arms asleepIts well I like your bed he saidAnd well I like your sheetsBut better I like your fair ladyThat lies in my arms asleepGet up, get up young man he saidGet up as swift as you canFor it never will be said in my countryI slew an unarmed manI have two swords in one scabbardFull dear they cost my purseAnd you shall have the best of themI shall have the worstSo slowly, so slowly he rose upAnd slowly he put onAnd slowly down the stairs he goesThinking to be slainAnd the first stroke little musgrave tookIt was both deep and soreAnd down he fell at barnards feetAnd word he never spoke moreAnd how do you like his cheeks, ladyAnd how do you like his chinAnd how do you like his fair bodyNow theres no life withinIts well I like his cheeks she saidAnd well I like his chinAnd better I like his fair bodyThan all your kith and kinAnd hes taken up his long long swordTo strike a mortal blowAnd through and through the ladys heartThe cold steel it did goAs it fell out upon a dayAs many in the yearMusgrave to the church did goTo see fair ladies there

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The Little Musgrave

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