Matty
Matty went out on a frozen night heading for the pub shoulders hunched up tight
Head down on the railroad track his old cow Delia sad lowin him back
He met with a dark and a troubled man as he passed him by called back at him
Matty cant you see what they've done to me in your country of the blind
The house i've left is dead to me to my rhymin and my poetry
All I have is the beat of the stagger headin down the curra line
He passed him by quick as he could he couldn't stand such a crooked man sober
All he wanted were the lights of the bar the nightingale and the wild rover
When he came in they were saying he's back
Did Delia drive you out with your spouting and swearin
We don't want to hear about Bunker Hayden
Sing us The Girls of Kinkane
They fear an tí eyed him steadily and they handed him a pint of porter
You must have seen the bishops ghost tonight the dry look back in your eye
But matty would not be taken in by their jibin and regalin
He found himself a fresh blown crew fell in with their sportin and their balin
When he was goin home in the very same spot he met with his dark familiar
He seen him coming back down the line bright and strange and fine
He passed him by and threw out his arms to grab hold of his likeness
In the morning they found his frozen corpse at the butt of the curra line
At the wake they were lashin out the drops of brandy,the auld fashioned habit
In the church they were lashin out pounds and fivers for matty in the old bye and bye
Head down on the railroad track his old cow Delia sad lowin him back
He met with a dark and a troubled man as he passed him by called back at him
Matty cant you see what they've done to me in your country of the blind
The house i've left is dead to me to my rhymin and my poetry
All I have is the beat of the stagger headin down the curra line
He passed him by quick as he could he couldn't stand such a crooked man sober
All he wanted were the lights of the bar the nightingale and the wild rover
When he came in they were saying he's back
Did Delia drive you out with your spouting and swearin
We don't want to hear about Bunker Hayden
Sing us The Girls of Kinkane
They fear an tí eyed him steadily and they handed him a pint of porter
You must have seen the bishops ghost tonight the dry look back in your eye
But matty would not be taken in by their jibin and regalin
He found himself a fresh blown crew fell in with their sportin and their balin
When he was goin home in the very same spot he met with his dark familiar
He seen him coming back down the line bright and strange and fine
He passed him by and threw out his arms to grab hold of his likeness
In the morning they found his frozen corpse at the butt of the curra line
At the wake they were lashin out the drops of brandy,the auld fashioned habit
In the church they were lashin out pounds and fivers for matty in the old bye and bye
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Writer(s): Johnny Mulhearn
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