and the first one of the year
Lord Donald's wife came into the church,
And when the meeting it was done,
come home with me tonight
and sleep with you tonight
By the rings on your fingers
I can tell you are Lord Donald's wife
What if I am Lord Donald's wife,
Lord Donald's not at home
He's out in the far cornfields
bringing the yearlings home
And the servant who was standing by
and hearing what was said
He swore Lord Dom he would know
And in his hurry to carry the noose
he bent his breast and ran
When he came to the broad mill stream
he took off his shoes and
he laid down to take a little sleep
Lord Donald was standing at his feet
Saying, how do you like my feather bed
and how do you like my sheets?
who lies in your arms asleep?
Well, it's well I like your feather bed,
and well I like your sheets
But better I like your lady game,
who lies in my arms asleep
Well, get up, get up, Lord Dom will cry
Get up as quick as you can
It'll never be said in fair England,
I won't get up, I won't get up,
I can't get up from my life
For you have two long beaten swords,
and I have not a pocket knife
Well it's true I have two beaten swords,
and they cost me deep in the purse
But you'll have the better of them,
and I will have the worse
And you'll strike the very first blow,
I'll strike the very next blow
and I'll kill you if I can
So Mattie struck the very first blow
When he heard Lord Donald soar
Lord Donald struck the very next blow
and Maddie struck no more
He said, who do you like the best of us?
And then up spoke his own dear wife,
never heard him speak so free
I'd rather a kiss from dead
Lord Donald, he jumped up,
He struck his wife right through the heart,
an d pinned her against the wall
Oh, brave, oh brave Lord, don't cry
But bury my lady at the top
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