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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 Songtexteand 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 Aus Songtexte Mania