Christy Moore Little Musgrave
It fell upon a holy day as many in the year
Musgrave to the church did go to see fine ladies there
some were dressed in velvet red and some in velvet grey
then in came Lord Barnards 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 Little Musgrave full long and manys
the day
and I have loved you Fair Lady 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 and 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
and 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 musgrave 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 Barnards men I wish I was away
Lie still lie still my Little Musgrave and hug me from
the cold
'tis nothing but a sheperd lad a bringing his flock to
fold
is not your hawk upon his perch your steed eats oats
and hay
You a lady in your arms why would you go away
so he turned her round and kissed her twice and then
they fell
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
Tis 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
Slowly slowly he got up and slowly he put on
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 sstroke 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 youre 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 fair lady now theres no life within
Tis more I like his cheeks sshe cried and more I love
his chin
its more I want his dead body then all your kith and
kin
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 kord Barnard cried to put these lovers
in
with my Lady on the upper hand for she scame from
better kin
For I've just killed the finest man that ever rode a
steed
and I've just killed the finest lady that ever did a
woman's deed
It fell upon a holy day as manys in the year
Little Musgrave to the church did go to see fine Ladies
there
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