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GIt fell upon a hColy-day
As Gmany in the year,
GMusgrave to the Cchurch did go
to Gsee fine Cladies Gthere
GAnd some were dressed in Cvelvet red
and Gsome in velvet pale
And Gthen in came Lord CBarnard's wife,
The Gfairest Camong them Gall.
GShe cast an eye on CLittle Musgrave,
full Gbright as the summer sun;
Said Musgrave unto Chimself
"This Glady's Cheart have I Gwon."
GI have loved you Cfair lady
for Glong and many's the day
and GI have loved you Clittle Musgrave
though Gnever a Cword did Gsay
G'I have a bower at CBucklesfordberry,
GIt's me hearts delight
GI'll take you back Cthere with me
If you'll Glie in my Carms all Gnight.'
But Gstanding by was a little Cfootpage,
From the Glady's coach he ran.
'GAlthough I am my Clady's page,
I Gam Lord CBarnard's Gman.
'Lord GBarnard shall Cknow of this,
Whether GI sink or swim;'
And Geverywhere the bridges were broke,
He'd Genter the wCater and Gswim.
" GLord Barnard, my CLord Barnard,
you Gare a man of life,
but GMusgrave he's at CBucklesfordberry,
GAsleep with your Cwedded Gwife.'
G'If this be true, me lCittle footpage,
This Gthing that you tell me,
All the Ggold in CBucklesford Berry
GGladly I'll gCive to tGhee.
G'But if this be a lie, thou lCittle foot page,
GThis thing that you tell me,
From the Ghighest tree in CBucklesfordberry,
GHanged you Cshall Gbe.'
"Go Gsaddle me the Cblack he said
go sGaddle me the grey
and Gsound you not your hCorns," he said
"Glest our Ccoming you Gbetray"
GBut there was a man in CLord Barnard's train
Who lGoved the little Musgrave
and he Gblew his horn both lCoud and shrill
G'Away, CMusgrave, Gaway.'
G'I think I hear the Cmorning cock,
I tGhink I hear the jay;
GI think I hear Lord CBarnard's men,
And I Gwish I wCas aGway.'
G'Lie still, lie still, thou CLittle Musgrave,
And Ghug me from the cold;
'It's Gonly a Cshepherd's boy,
A-bGringing his Cflock to fGold.
'Is Gnot your hawk uCpon it's perch?
Your sGteed eats oats and hay;
And GYou've a lady iCn your arms,
And Gyet you'd Cgo Gaway?'
So he's Gturned around and he's Ckissed her twice
and Gthen they fell asleep
when tGhey awoke Lord CBarnard's Men
were Gstanding Cat their Gfeet.
G"How do you like me Cbed?" he said, and
G"How do you like me sheets?"
"And Ghow do you like me Cfair lady ,
that Glies in you Carms Gasleep?"
"It's Gwell I like your Cbed," he said
G" and great it gives me pain,
GI would gladly give a Chundred pounds
to Gbe on yConder Gplain.'
So Gslowly, so slowly Che got up
So Gslowly he put on
GSlowly Cdown the stairs
GThinking Cto be Gslain.
GRise up rise up,little CMusgrave,
Grise up and then put on;
It Gshall not be said in Cfair Ireland
that I Gslayed a Cnaked Gman.
G'There are two swords Cdown at my side,
Gand dear they cost my purse;
GAnd you shall have the Cbest of them,
And GI will tCake the Gworse.'
GThe first rook that CMusgrave struck
It Ghurt Lord Barnard sore;
But the Gnext rook that Lord BCarnard struck,
Little GMusgrave Cne'er struck Gmore.
GThen up and Cspake the fair lady,
Gfrom on her bed she lay.'
'GAlthough you're dead, Little CMusgrave,
GStill for Cyou I"ll Gpray.
G"How do you like his Ccheek?" he said, and
G"how do you like his chin?
and Ghow do you like his Cdead body,
now Gthere's no lCife wGithin."
G"It's well I like his cCheek" she said,
"and Gmore I want his chin,
It's Gmore I love his dCead body, than
Gall your Ckith and Gkin."
GHe's taken out his Clong,long sword,
to Gstrike the mortal blow,
and Gthrough, and through the lCady's heart
the Gcold steel Cit did Ggo
G'A grave, a grave,' Lord CBarnard cried,
G'To put these lovers in;
But Gput my lady on the Cupper half,
For she Gcame from Cbetter Gkin.'
G'For I've just killed the Cfinest knight
That Gever rode a steed;
And GI've just slain the fCairest lady
That Gever did a Cwoman's Gdeed."
GIt fell upon a Choly-day
As mGany's in the year,
GMusgrave to the Cchurch did go
to Gsee fine Cladies tGhere
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