Matty-Christy Moore

[ti:Matty] [ar:Christy Moore] [al:Collection Part Two] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.35]Matty - Christy Moore [00:01.49]Written by：John Mulhearn [00:02.45] [00:12.00]Matty went out on a frozen night [00:14.32] [00:14.90]Making heading for the pub his shoulders hunched up tight [00:17.53]His head down on the railroad track [00:20.18]And his old cow Delia sad lowin' him back [00:22.87] [00:24.67]He met with a dark and troubled man [00:27.51]As he passed him by called back at him [00:30.41]Hey Matty can't you see what's become of me [00:32.99]In this country of the blind [00:35.34] [00:37.70]The house I've left is dead to me [00:40.30]To me rhyming and my poetry [00:43.31]All I've got is the beat of the stagger [00:46.27]Heading down the Curragh Line [00:48.13] [00:50.53]But Matty passed on as quick as he could [00:53.13]He couldn't stand such a crooked man sober [00:55.98]All he wanted was the lights of the bar [00:59.03]The Nightingale and the Wild Rover [01:01.50] [01:03.51]When he came in [01:04.67]They were sayin he was back [01:06.04]OH did Delia drive you out [01:07.50]With your spoutin' and your swearin' [01:09.07]We don't want to hear about Bunker Hayden [01:12.09]Maybe you'll sing us the girls of Kinkane [01:17.25] [01:32.28]The fear an ti eyed him steadily [01:34.47] [01:35.27]As he handed him a pint of porter [01:36.85] [01:37.94]You must have seen the bishop's ghost tonight [01:40.33]To put the dry look back in your eye [01:42.58] [01:44.98]But Matty would not be taken in [01:47.58]By their jibin' and their regalin' [01:49.77] [01:50.60]He found himself a fresh blown crew [01:53.45]And fell in with their sportin' and their bailin' [01:55.66] [01:57.75]As he was going home in that very same spot [02:00.57]He met his dark familiar [02:03.11] [02:05.05]He seen him comin' back down the line [02:07.60]And he was bright and strange and fine [02:09.75] [02:12.08]As he passed him by Matty threw out his arms [02:14.77]Trying to grab hold of his likeness [02:17.13] [02:17.98]In the morning they found his frozen corpse [02:20.74]And the butt of Curragh Line [02:22.59] [02:25.01]And at the wake [02:25.87]They were lashin' down [02:26.62]The drops of brandy [02:28.08]The old fashioned habit [02:29.32]In the church they were lashin' down pounds and fivers [02:32.29]So Matty would be fine in the old by and by