Lyrics Little Musgrave - CARA

It fell upon a holy day, as many in the year
Musgrave to the church did go to see fine ladies there
And some were dressed in velvet red, some in velvet pale
Then in came Lord Barnard's wife, fairest amongst them all
She cast an eye on the Little Musgrave, as bright as 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've a bower in Bucklesfordbury, it's my heart's delight
I'll take you back there with me if you lie in my arms tonight
But standing by was a little footpage, from the lady's coach he ran
Altough I am a lady's page, I am Lord Barnard's man
And my Lord Barnard will hear of this, wheter I sink or swim
Everywhere the bridge was broken, he'd enter the water and swim
Ih my Lord Barnard, my Lord Barnard, you are a man of life
But Musgrave is in Bucklesfordbury, asleep with your wedded wife
If this be true, my little footpage, this thing that you tell me
All the gold in Bucklesfordbury I gladly will give to thee
But it this be a lie, my little footpage, this thing that you tell me
From the highest tree in Bucklesfordbury hanged you will be
Go saddle me the black, he said, go saddle me the gray
And sound you not your horns lest our coming be betrayed
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 wished I was away
Lie still, lie still, Little Musgrave, hug me from the cold
It's nothing, but a shepherd lad, bringing his flock to fold
Is not your hawk upon its perch, your steed eats oats and hay
And you a lady in your arms, and yet you'd go away?
He's turned around, kissed her twice, 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 me sheets?
How do you like my fair lady that lies in your arms asleep
It's well I like your bed, he said, great it gives me pain
I'd gladly give a hundred pound 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 slaid a naked man
So slowly, slowly he got up, slowly he put on
Slowly down the stairs, thinking to be slain
There are two swords down by my side, and dear they cost me purse
You can have the best of them, abd I will take the worst
And the first stroke Little Musgrave struck, it hurt Lord Barnard sore
And the next stroke Lord Barnard
Struck, Little Musgrave ne'er struck more
And then up spoke the lady fair from the bed where on she lay
Altough you're dead, 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 more I love his cheeks, she cried, more I love his chin
More I love that dead body than 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 Lord Barnard cried, to put these lovers in
With my lady on the upper hand, she came from better kin
For I've just killes the finest knight 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...