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"Come home with me, little Matty Groves,
Come home with me tonight,
Come home with me, little Matty Groves,
And sleep with me till light".

"Oh, I can't come home,
I won't come home and sleep with you tonight,
By the ring on your finger I can tell,
You are Lord Donald's wife".

"But if I am Lord Donald's wife,
Lord Donald is not at home,
For he is out in the far cornfields,
Bringing the yearlings home".

Little Matty, he lay down,
And took a little sleep,
When he awoke, Lord Donald,
He was standing at his feet.

"Get up, get up" Lord Donald cried,
"Get up as quick as you can,
It'll never be said in fair England,
That I slew a naked man".

So Matty struck the very first blow,
And he hurt Lord Donald sore,
Lord Donald struck the very next blow,
And Matty, he struck no more.

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