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A holiday, a holiday 00:18
And the first one of the year 00:20
Lord Donald's wife came into the church 00:23
The gospel for to hear 00:26
And when the meeting, it was done 00:29
She cast her eyes about 00:31
And there she saw little Matty Groves 00:34
Walking in the crowd 00:37
"Come home with me, little Matty Groves 00:39
Come home with me tonight 00:42
Come home with me, little Matty Groves 00:45
And sleep with me 'til light" 00:47
"Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home 00:50
And sleep with you tonight 00:53
By the rings on your fingers 00:55
I can tell you are Lord Donald's wife" 00:57
"But if I am Lord Donald's wife 01:00
Lord Donald's not at home 01:03
He is out in the far cornfields 01:06
Bringing the yearlings home" 01:09
01:12
And a servant who was standing by 01:21
And hearing what was said 01:25
He swore Lord Donald he would know 01:27
Before the sun would set 01:30
And in his hurry to carry the news 01:32
He bent his breast and ran 01:35
And when he came to the broad mill stream 01:38
He took off his shoes and he swam 01:41
01:45
Little Matty Groves, he lay down 01:54
And took a little sleep 01:56
When he awoke, Lord Donald 01:59
Was standing at his feet 02:02
Saying, "How do you like my feather bed 02:04
And how do you like my sheet? 02:07
How do you like my lady 02:10
Who lies in your arms asleep?" 02:12
"Oh well, I like your feather bed 02:15
And well, I like your sheets 02:17
But better I like your lady gay 02:20
Who lies in my arms asleep" 02:23
"Well, get up, get up", Lord Donald cried 02:25
"Get up as quick as you can 02:28
It'll never be said in fair England 02:30
I slew a naked man" 02:33
"Oh, I can't get up, I won't get up 02:36
I can't get up for my life 02:39
For you have two long beaten swords 02:41
And I not a pocket knife" 02:44
"Well, it's true I have two beaten swords 02:46
And they cost me deep in the purse 02:49
But you will have the better of them 02:52
And I will have the worse" 02:54
"And you will strike the very first blow 02:57
And strike it like a man 03:00
I will strike the very next blow 03:03
And I'll kill you if I can" 03:05
03:10
So Matty struck the very first blow 03:18
And he hurt Lord Donald sore 03:21
Lord Donald struck the very next blow 03:23
And Matty struck no more 03:26
And then Lord Donald he took his wife 03:28
And he sat her on his knee 03:31
Saying, "Who do you like the best of us 03:34
Matty Groves or me?" 03:37
And then up spoke his own dear wife 03:39
Never heard to speak so free 03:42
"I'd rather a kiss from dead Matty's lips 03:44
Than you or your finery" 03:47
03:51
Lord Donald, he jumped up 04:01
And loudly he did bawl 04:03
He struck his wife right through the heart 04:05
And pinned her against the wall 04:08
"A grave, a grave", Lord Donald cried 04:11
"To put these lovers in 04:13
But bury my lady at the top 04:16
For she was of noble kin" 04:19
04:22

Matty Groves

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[English]

A holiday, a holiday

And the first one of the year

Lord Donald's wife came into the church

The gospel for to hear

And when the meeting, it was done

She cast her eyes about

And there she saw little Matty Groves

Walking in the crowd

"Come home with me, little Matty Groves

Come home with me tonight

Come home with me, little Matty Groves

And sleep with me 'til light"

"Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home

And sleep with you tonight

By the rings on your fingers

I can tell you are Lord Donald's wife"

"But if I am Lord Donald's wife

Lord Donald's not at home

He is out in the far cornfields

Bringing the yearlings home"

...

And a servant who was standing by

And hearing what was said

He swore Lord Donald he would know

Before the sun would set

And in his hurry to carry the news

He bent his breast and ran

And when he came to the broad mill stream

He took off his shoes and he swam

...

Little Matty Groves, he lay down

And took a little sleep

When he awoke, Lord Donald

Was standing at his feet

Saying, "How do you like my feather bed

And how do you like my sheet?

How do you like my lady

Who lies in your arms asleep?"

"Oh well, I like your feather bed

And well, I like your sheets

But better I like your lady gay

Who lies in my arms asleep"

"Well, get up, get up", Lord Donald cried

"Get up as quick as you can

It'll never be said in fair England

I slew a naked man"

"Oh, I can't get up, I won't get up

I can't get up for my life

For you have two long beaten swords

And I not a pocket knife"

"Well, it's true I have two beaten swords

And they cost me deep in the purse

But you will have the better of them

And I will have the worse"

"And you will strike the very first blow

And strike it like a man

I will strike the very next blow

And I'll kill you if I can"

...

So Matty struck the very first blow

And he hurt Lord Donald sore

Lord Donald struck the very next blow

And Matty struck no more

And then Lord Donald he took his wife

And he sat her on his knee

Saying, "Who do you like the best of us

Matty Groves or me?"

And then up spoke his own dear wife

Never heard to speak so free

"I'd rather a kiss from dead Matty's lips

Than you or your finery"

...

Lord Donald, he jumped up

And loudly he did bawl

He struck his wife right through the heart

And pinned her against the wall

"A grave, a grave", Lord Donald cried

"To put these lovers in

But bury my lady at the top

For she was of noble kin"

...

Vocabulário nesta música:

Vocabulário Significados

wife

/waɪf/

A1
  • noun
  • - esposa

home

/hoʊm/

A1
  • noun
  • - casa

sleep

/sliːp/

A1
  • verb
  • - dormir

hear

/hɪər/

A1
  • verb
  • - ouvir

saw

/sɔː/

A1
  • verb
  • - viu

tell

/tel/

A1
  • verb
  • - dizer

standing

/ˈstændɪŋ/

A2
  • verb
  • - em pé

swore

/swɔːr/

B1
  • verb
  • - jurou

feet

/fiːt/

A1
  • noun
  • - pés

like

/laɪk/

A1
  • verb
  • - gostar

cried

/kraɪd/

A2
  • verb
  • - chorou

swords

/sɔːrdz/

B1
  • noun
  • - espadas

strike

/straɪk/

B1
  • verb
  • - atacar

hurt

/hɜːrt/

A2
  • verb
  • - ferir

dead

/ded/

A1
  • adjective
  • - morto

heart

/hɑːrt/

A2
  • noun
  • - coração

grave

/ɡreɪv/

B1
  • noun
  • - túmulo

noble

/ˈnoʊbl/

B2
  • adjective
  • - nobre

Gramática:

  • Lord Donald's wife came into the church The gospel for to hear

    ➔ Uso arcaico de 'for to' + infinitivo.

    ➔ A frase "for to hear" é uma forma mais antiga e menos comum de dizer "in order to hear" ou "to hear". Enfatiza o propósito de sua vinda à igreja.

  • "And sleep with me 'til light"

    ➔ Elipse e uso arcaico de preposição ('til).

    ➔ A frase completa seria "until light". "'Til" é uma forma abreviada e arcaica de "until". A frase também elide o sujeito e o verbo auxiliar, dizendo implicitamente "until it is light".

  • By the rings on your fingers I can tell you are Lord Donald's wife

    ➔ Dedução com 'can' + verbo de estado.

    "Can tell" expressa uma dedução baseada em evidências. O orador está usando os anéis em seus dedos como evidência para deduzir que ela é a esposa de Lord Donald. 'Can' aqui significa que é possível fazer a dedução com base nas evidências.

  • "He is out in the far cornfields Bringing the yearlings home"

    ➔ Presente contínuo para situações temporárias e para descrever atividades em andamento.

    "Bringing" é o particípio presente usado para descrever a ação que Lord Donald está fazendo atualmente. Implica que a atividade está em andamento e não é um estado permanente.

  • "How do you like my feather bed And how do you like my sheet?"

    ➔ Estrutura interrogativa com "How do you like..." para perguntar sobre a opinião/experiência de alguém.

    ➔ Esta frase não pergunta literalmente sobre a qualidade da cama e do lençol. É uma pergunta retórica, destinada a ser provocativa, questionando o conforto de Matty e implicando um desafio.

  • "It'll never be said in fair England I slew a naked man"

    ➔ Construção passiva futura ('It'll be said') e modo subjuntivo (embora não explícito, implícito em 'never be said').

    "It'll be said" é o futuro passivo que indica que a ação de dizer algo acontecerá no futuro. O modo subjuntivo implícito sugere que o orador deseja evitar que algo aconteça. Esta frase significa que Lord Donald não quer que as pessoas digam que ele matou um homem desarmado, o que seria desonroso.