Christy Moore – Matty (Guitar)

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Matty walked out on a frozen night

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Making for the pub, shoulders hunched up tight

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Head down on the railroad track

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And his old cow Delia sad lowing him back

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He met with a dark and staggering man

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And as he passed him by shouted back at him

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"Hey Matty, can't you see what's become of me

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In this country of the blind!

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The house I have left is dead to me

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To my rhyming and my poetry

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All I've got is the beat of the stagger

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Heading down the Curragh line!"

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But Matty passed on as quick as he could

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He couldn't stand such a drunken man sober

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All he wanted was the lights of the bar

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The Nightingale, the Wild Rover

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When he came in they were sighing

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"Look who's back, Did they throw you out of Jack's

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With your spoutin' and your swearin'

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We don't want to hear about Bunker Hayden

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But maybe you'll sing us the Girls of Kinkane"

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The Fear an Tí eyed him steadily

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As he handed him a pint of porter

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"You must have seen the bishop's ghost tonight

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To put the dry look back in your eye!"

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But Matty would not be taken in

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By their jibin' and their regalin'

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He found himself a fresh-blown crew

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And fell in with their sportin' and their balin'

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As he was going home, on the very same spot

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He met with his dark familiar

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He seen him coming back down the line

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He was bright and strange and fine

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As he passed him by, Matty threw out his arms

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Trying to grab hold of his likeness

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In the morning all the found was his frozen corpse

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At the butt of the Curragh line

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At the wake they were lashing out the drops of brandy

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The aul-fashioned habit

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In the church they were lashing down pounds and fivers

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So Matty would be fine in the old by and by