Little Musgrave
Christy Moore Lyrics


It fell upon a holy day as many are in the year
Musgrave to the church did go to see fine ladies there.
Some were dressed in velvet red and some in velvet pale,
Then in came Lord Barnard's 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 Fair Lady full long and many's the day."
"And I have loved you Little Musgrave 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."
Standing by was a little foot page, 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."
And 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 foot page, 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 foot page 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 it 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 Barnard's men, I wish I was away."
"Lie still, lie still, my Little Musgrave, and hug me from the cold,
it's nothing but a shepherd lad a bringing his flock to fold.
Is not your hawk upon its perch? Your steed eats oats and hay.
You a woman in your arms, why would you go away?"
So they turned around and they kissed twice and 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 my 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 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."
So slowly, slowly he got up and slowly he put on,
Slowly he went down the stairs thinking he'd be slain.
"There are two swords by my side, dear they cost my purse,
You can take the best of them and I will take the worst."
And the first stroke 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 you're dead Little Musgrave, still for you I'll pray."
"How do you like his cheeks?" he said, "How do you like his chin?
How do you like his dead body now there's no life within?"
"It's well I like those cheeks she cried and well I love that chin.
It's more I want 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, for she came from better kin.
For I've just killed the finest knight that ever rode a steed,
And I've just killed the finest woman that ever did a woman's deed!"
It fell upon a holy day as many are in the year



That Musgrave to the church did go to see fine ladies there.


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bahflip

PLANXTY LITTLE MUSGRAVE LYRICS
It fell (D) upon a holy (Em) day,
As many (D) in the year,
Musgrave (D) to the church (Em) did go,
To see (D) fine ladies (A) there (D)

And some (D) were dressed in velvet (Em) red
And some (D) in velvet pale
Then (D) came Lord Barnard's (EM) wife
The fairest (D) 'mongst (A) them all (D)

She cast (D) an eye on the Little Musgrave
As bright (D) as summer's sun
Said (D) Musgrave unto himself
This lady's (D) heart (G) I've won (D)

"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'll lie in me arms tonight."

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."

"And milord Barnard will hear of this, oh whether I sink or swim."
Everywhere the bridge was broke he'd enter the water and swim.

"Oh milord Barnard, milord Barnard, you are a man of life,
But Musgrave, he's at Bucklesfordbury, asleep with your wedded wife."

"If this be true, me little footpage, this thing that you tell me,
All the gold in Bucklesfordbury I gladly will give to thee."

"But if this be a lie, me 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 ye not your horns," he said, "lest our coming be betrayed."

But there was a man in Lord Barnard's thrain, who loved the Little Musgrave,
He blew his horn both loud and shrill, "Away, Musgrave, away."

"I think I hear the morning c***, I think I hear the jay,
I think I hear Lord Barnard's men, I wish I was away."

"Lie still, lie still, me Little Musgrave, hug me from the cold,
It's nothing but a shepherd lad, a-bringing his flock to fold."

"Is not your hawk upon it's perch, your steed eats oats and hay,
And you a lady in your arms, and yet you'd go away."

He's turned her around and he's kissed her twice, and then they fell asleep,
When they awoke Lord Barnard's men were standing at their feet.

"How do ye like me bed," he said, "and how do you like me sheets?"
"How do you like me fair lady, that lies in your arms asleep?"

"It's well I like your bed," he said, "and 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 slayed a naked man."

So slowly, so slowly he got up, so 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, and I will take the worst."

And the first stroke that Little Musgrave stroke, it hurt Lord Barnard sore,
But the next stroke Lord Barnard stroke, Little Musgrave ne'er stroke more.

And then up spoke the lady fair, from the bed whereon she lay,
"Although you're dead, me Little Musgrave, still for you I'll pray."

"How do you like his cheeks," he said, "How do you like his chin?"
"How do you like his dead body, now there's no life within?"

"It's more I like his cheeks," she cried, "and more I want his chin,
It's 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 me lady on the upper hand. She came from better kin."

"For I've just killed 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, as many's in the year,
Musgrave to the church did go, to see fine ladies there.


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Dill Bing

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
And some in velvet pale
Then came Lord Barnard's wife
The fairest 'mongst 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'll lie in me arms tonight.
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.
And milord Barnard will hear of this, oh whether I sink or swim.
Everywhere the bridge was broke he'd enter the water and swim.
Oh milord Barnard, milord Barnard, you are a man of life,
But Musgrave, he's at Bucklesfordbury, asleep with your wedded wife.
If this be true, me little footpage, this thing that you tell me,
All the gold in Bucklesfordbury I gladly will give to thee.
But if this be a lie, me 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 ye not your horns, " he said, "lest our coming be betrayed.
But there was a man in Lord Barnard's thrain, 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 wish I was away.
Lie still, lie still, me Little Musgrave, hug me from the cold,
It's nothing but a shepherd lad, a-bringing his flock to fold.
Is not your hawk upon it's perch, your steed eats oats and hay,
And you a lady in your arms, and yet you'd go away.
He's turned her around and he's kissed her twice, and then they fell asleep,
When they awoke Lord Barnard's men were standing at their feet.
How do ye like me bed, " he said, "and how do you like me sheets?
How do you like me fair lady, that lies in your arms asleep?
It's well I like your bed, he said, and 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 slayed a naked man.
So slowly, so slowly he got up, so 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, and I will take the worst.
And the first stroke that Little Musgrave stroke, it hurt Lord Barnard sore,
But the next stroke Lord Barnard stroke, Little Musgrave ne'er stroke more.
And then up spoke the lady fair, from the bed whereon she lay,
Although you're dead, me Little Musgrave, still for you I'll pray.
How do you like his cheeks, he said, How do you like his chin?
How do you like his dead body, now there's no life within?
It's more I like his cheeks, she cried, and more I want his chin,
It's 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 me lady on the upper hand. She came from better kin.
For I've just killed 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, as many's in the year,
Musgrave to the church did go, to see fine ladies there.



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Trapat0

Was fortunate to get a ticket to this very gig. Myself and my brother in law. Time certainly stood still for that show and I was mesmerized throughout. I appreciated it then but after a number of years I can tell you I actually wasn't aware of the full magic I was witnessing.
Little musgrave transfixed the whole audience.

Michael Cronin

You lucky bastard. I would give dearly to see this group.

Tony Downey

Wow , unreal I remember the first time I heard this on utube mabey 10 years ago , I still come back for a listen once a week . What a gig you will never forget it!

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Brian Madigan

I always come back to this song. 10 minutes of sheer reflection & class. Music at its utter best. Christy is beyond brilliant.

Standurground10

The best typing error I've ever made. Planks turned to Planxty, and now the introduction to the most heartfelt music I've ever had the pleasure of hearing. Wishing I hadn't wasted so much time with Lil Wayne, Katy Perry, etc.. Christy Moore is amazing.

Derek Rossiter

Thank you

Steve Britt

Welcome home.

silverbull AG47

They call it divine intervention☘

Mick McGettrick

Fair play to you.... Well said..

T.G. Lynch

@Josh Hill hello Josh , have a listen to Christy sing a song called 'Natives,, '

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