Christy Moore - Matty lyrics

Matty went out on a frozen night Making heading for the pub his shoulders hunched up tight His head down on the railroad track And his old cow Delia sad lowin' him back He met with a dark and troubled man As he pa**ed him by called back at him Hey Matty can't you see what's become of me In this country of the blind The house I've left is dead to me To me rhyming and my poetry All I've got is the beat of the stagger Heading down the Curragh Line But Matty pa**ed on as quick as he could He couldn't stand such a crooked man sober All he wanted was the lights of the bar The Nightingale and the Wild Rover. When he came in They were sayin he was back OH did Delia drive you out With your spoutin' and your swearin'? We don't want to hear about Bunker Hayden Maybe you'll sing us the Girls of Kinkane. The fear an ti eyed him steadily As he handed him a pint of porter You must have seen the bishop's ghost tonight To put the dry look back in your eye. But Matty would not be taken in By their jibin' and their regalin' He found himself a fresh blown crew And fell in with their sportin' and their bailin'. As he was going home, in that very same spot He met his dark familiar He seen him comin' back down the line And he was bright and strange and fine. As he pa**ed him by Matty threw out his arms Trying to grab hold of his likeness In the morning they found his frozen corpse And the bu*t of Curragh Line. And at the wake They were lashin' down The drops of brandy The old fashioned habit In the church they were lashin' down pounds and fivers So Matty would be fine in the old by and by.