It fell upon a holy day as many's in the year Musgrave to the church did go to see fine ladies there And some were dressed in velvet red and some in velvet pale Then in came Lord Barnard's wife the fairest among them all
She cast an eye on little Musgrave as bright as the Summer's sun Said Musgrave unto himself this Lady's heart I've won I have loved you Fair Lady, full long and many's the day And I have loved you little Musgrave and never a word did say
I have a bower in Bucklesfordberry, its my heart's delight I'll take you back there with me if you lie in your arms all night But standing by was a little footpage from the Lady's coach he ran Although I am a Lady's page, I am Lord Barnard's man
My Lord Barnard shall hear of this whether I sink or swim Every where the bridge was broken he'd enter the water and swim My Lord Barnard, my Lord Barnard, you are a man of life But Musgrave is at Bucklesfordberry asleep with your wedded wife
If this be true, my little footpage, this thing that you tell me All the gold in Bucklesfordberry I gladly will give to thee But if this be a lie, my little footpage, this thing that you tell me From the highest tree in Bucklesfordberry hanged you will be
Go saddle me the black he said, go saddle me the grey Sound you not your horns he said lest our coming you'd betray But there was a man in Lord Barnard's train who loved the little Musgrave He blew his horn both loud and shrill. Away Musgrave Away!
I think I hear the morning cock, I think I hear the jay I think I hear Lord Barnard's men, I wish I was away Lie still, lie still my little Musgrave and hug me from the cold It's nothing but a shepherd lad a bringing his flock to fold
Is not your hawk upon his perch your steed eats oats and hay And you a lady in your arms and yet you go away So he turned her round and he turned her round and then they fell asleep When they awoke Lord Barnard's men were standing at their feet
How do you like my bed he said and how do you like my sheets How do you like my fair Lady that lies in your arms asleep It's well I like your bed he said and full great it gives me pain I'd gladly give a hundred pounds to be on yonder Plain
Rise up, rise up little Musgrave rise up and then put on It'll not be said in this country I slayed a naked man So slowly, so slowly he got up and slowly he put on So slowly down the stairs thinking he'd be slain
There are 2 swords down by my side, full dear they cost my purse You can have the best of them and I will have the worst And the first stroke little Musgrave struck it hurt Lord Barnard sore But the next stroke Lord Barnard struck, little Musgrave ne'er struck more
Then up spoke the Lady fair from the bed whereon she lay Although you're dead my little Musgrave, still for you I'll pray How do you like his cheeks, he said, and how do you like his chin How do you like his dead body, now there's no life within
It's well I like his cheeks, she said, don't well I like his chin It's more I like his dead body then all your kith and kin So he's taken out his long long sword to strike the mortal blow Through and through the Lady's heart the cold steel it did go
A grave, a grave Lord Barnard cried to put these lovers in With my Lady on the upper hand for she came from better kin
For I've slayed the finest night that ever rode a steed And I've slayed the finest lady that ever did a woman's deed It fell upon a holy day as many's in the year Musgrave to the church did go to see fine ladies thereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
