Lyr Req: Lawless & others sung by Christy Moore

Subject: Chirsty Moore
From: Mikey joe
Date: 11 Oct 01 - 08:16 AM

Hello

How're ye all doing?

I'm wondering if anyone can help me with the lyrics to a number of songs by Christy Moore. I have already searched myself to the best of my abilites.

Lawless
Johnny Connors
Matty

Thanks in advance

Mj

PS
A spanking new Ford Mondeo to the first person to guess the common theme

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Chirsty Moore
From: GUEST,Den
Date: 11 Oct 01 - 08:28 AM

Mikey Joe you should be able to find what you need at this site: click here

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Chirsty Moore
From: Mikey joe
Date: 11 Oct 01 - 09:03 AM

Sorry Den I've tried there and can't come up with any of them. Anyone else got any suggestions.

Thanks again

Mj

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Chirsty Moore
From: Wolfgang
Date: 11 Oct 01 - 10:22 AM

Christy Moore,
One Voice: My Life in Song
(Hodder & Stoughton, 2000)

has the lyrics to over 250 songs Christy sings. I'd bet the above three are among them. Can you have a look at it in a library or somewhere else? Or buy it, of course?

One alternative is that I type all three songs (not completely sure but rather confident I have them). You'd have to wait about a week or so.

Wolfgang

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Chirsty Moore
From: Mikey joe
Date: 11 Oct 01 - 11:12 AM

I am probably one of the more stupid people on the planet.

i have a hardback autographed copy of One Voice.

I'll trry to think a little next time

Mj

Subject: Lyr Add: LAWLESS (M Curry)
From: GUEST,Den
Date: 11 Oct 01 - 11:13 AM

LAWLESS (from memory)

He was Lawless by name and lawless by nature,
Trouble right from the start.
Hard as nails, running wild through the streets,
He was breaking his poor mother's heart.
Nature played a trick on Lawless,
And the humour of nature is cruel.
He grew up as we all had expected
Into a dangerous fool.

He was a hard man, a man for all seasons.
He was always out for a fight.
He couldn't hold drink, but still he'd get plastered
In Clark's every Saturday night.
He'd strip to his vest and challenge the best
Till the guards they were called to come fast,
And they'd lock him away for the rest of the day,
Let him out on a Sunday for Mass.

One night he went down to the Ringsend Regatta
Where he met up with the boul Dolly Platts.
She wasn't exactly what you'd call beauty,
But she was the belle of our flats.
A whirlwind romance and Dolly took a flyer.
With Lawless she would settle down.
It was pure coincidence three months before
There was a Yankee destroyer in town.

Well, the couple were blessed with one of God's miracles
Before six months had elapsed.
Dolly gave birth to a nine-pound black baby
And Lawless was fit to collapse.
She swore she'd never been touched by another
And Lawless took her at her word,
And the neighbours all said, "Sure he's the spit of his father,
And the cuckoo is a wonderful bird".

And now Lawless stays in and looks after the family
While Dolly goes out for the night.
The ould gossips they say she's free in her ways,
And their evil rumours ran rife.
When Lawless heard this, he waited for Dolly
On the bridge where the river runs low,
And though no one will ever know what happened next,
Dolly drowned in the blather below.

Now there's some say he's evil and more say he's crazy.
Everyone says that he's mad.
No one will defend him. He was no angel,
But I tell you, he wasn't all bad.
They've locked him away for the rest of his natural.
Never again will he see
At the back of Ringsend, there's a lonely child playing
Where the Liffy flows into the sea.

I absolutely love this song. I think everyone knows a Lawless or three. Have fun singing it. Its always been well accepted wherever I've played it. I will post the other song lyrics tonight if no one else beats me to it. Den

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Chirsty Moore
From: Mikey joe
Date: 12 Oct 01 - 05:06 AM

Thank you for time and effort Den. Much appreciated. I was reading the lyrics and I noticed that you wrote the humour of nature

I always thought that is what it was and still when I hear Christy sing it it sounds very definately like humour. But in the book One Voice it is the human of nature, which doesn't seem to make as much sense. Anybody know which is right.

Cheers again

Mj

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Christy Moore
From: GUEST,Den
Date: 12 Oct 01 - 07:01 AM

Mikey Joe its definately, "the humour of nature". I just checked the liner notes of "King Puck" which includes the lyrics for all the songs on the CD. I will hopefully get some time to get you the other song lyrics tonight. Den

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Christy Moore
From: GUEST,Philippa
Date: 12 Oct 01 - 01:46 PM

do you still need Matty? assuming it's the song by Mulheron, not Matty Groves. I can get the lyrics from Seán Tyrell album

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Christy Moore
From: dorareever
Date: 13 Oct 01 - 05:06 AM

For "Matty"...is in the database under "Mattie".I did a request for the song some time ago and they told me to look there.Also on the christy moore site you can find several songs lyrics.The address is http://www.christymoore.net

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Christy Moore: Lawless & others
From: GUEST,Johnny Mac
Date: 22 Jun 04 - 10:23 AM

Brilliant version of Lawless on Pink Cd box Set.Lyrics very clear-it is humour by the way.anyone suggest chord sequence for guy with a 57 yr old singing voice thats not too strong anymore?

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Christy Moore: Lawless & others
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 24 Jun 04 - 12:25 AM

I found a sound sample of this at http://www.mp3.com/albums/280800/summary.html

JOHNNY CONNORS
Christy Moore, Wally Page

My name in Johnny Connors. I am the travellin' man.
My people have been travellin' since time it first began.
With my horse and covered wagon and my family by my side,...

[Sorry, I couldn't find complete lyrics.]

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Christy Moore: Lawless & others
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 26 Jun 04 - 09:09 PM

There's a sound sample of LAWLESS at http://www.christymoore.com/discography/25.htm
It contains only the first 1-½ verses, but they are exactly as Den posted them above.

AMG - All Music Guide says LAWLESS was written by somebody named Curry.

The recording can be found on "King Puck" and "Collection, Part 2."

Subject: Lyr Add: MATTY (Johnny Mulhearn)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 26 Jun 04 - 09:11 PM

At http://www.netsoc.ucd.ie/~justy/frames/mattyframe.html there are these lyrics and an mp3 file of MATTY. I have made a few small corrections based on my hearing of the song, but I'm not sure it's perfect yet. There are several expressions here I'm not familiar with. Your further corrections are welcome.

It's different in some significant ways from the version in DigiTrad. I don't know if that's because of mishearing or if Tyrell actually sang it differently from Moore.

MATTY
By Johnny Mulhearn (as sung by Christy Moore)

Matty went out on the frozen night,
Makin' for the pub, shoulders hunched up tight,
His head down on the railroad track
And his old cow Delia sat lowin' him back.

He met with a dark and a troubled man
As he passed 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 rhymin' and my poetry.
All I've got is the deed to the stagger,
Headin' down the Curragh Line."

But Matty passed 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,
Handed him a pint of porter:
"You must 'a' 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,
Fell in with their sportin' and their bailin'.

As he was goin' home, in the very same spot,
He met with his dark familiar.
He seen him comin' back down the line.
He was bright and strange and fine.

As he passed him by, Matty threw out his arms,
Tried to grab hold of his likeness.
In the mornin', they found his frozen corpse
And the butt of Curragh Line.

At the wake, they were lashin' out "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.

[The recording can be found on "Ordinary Man" and "Collection, Part 2."]

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Christy Moore: Lawless & others
From: GUEST
Date: 06 Oct 04 - 07:41 PM

Does anyone know the lyrics of this Christy Moore song. As I walked through the Glenshane pass I heard a Young girl cry The boy from tamladuff is two years dead and gone and now my heart is torn apart for this great man to lose We will never see the likes again of our brave Francis Hughes

Subject: Lyr Add: THE BOY FROM TAMLAGHTDUFF (Christy Moore)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 09 Oct 04 - 10:05 AM

Lyrics copied from http://irishlyrics.homestead.com/files/Boy_from_Tamlaghtduff.txt
That site also has chords, but since the alignment with the lyrics didn't look right, I didn't copy them.

THE BOY FROM TAMLAGHTDUFF
Christy Moore

As I walked through the Glenshane Pass, I heard a young girl mourn:
"The boy form Tamlaghtduff," she cried, "is two years dead and gone.
How my heart is torn apart this young man to lose!
Oh, I'll never see the likes again of my young Francis Hughes."

For many years his exploits were a thorn in England's side.
The hills and glens became his home there he used to hide.
Once when they surrounded him, he quietly slipped away.
Like a fox he went to ground and kept the dogs at bay.

Moving round the countryside, he often made the news,
But they could never lay their hands on my brave Francis Hughes.
Finally they wounded him and captured him at last.
From the countryside he loved, they took him to Belfast.

Oh, from Musgrave Park to the Crumlin Road and then to an H-Block cell,
He went straight on the blanket, then on hunger strike as well.
His will to win they could never break, no matter what they tried.
He fought them every day he lived and he fought them as he died.

REPEAT FIRST VERSE

[Recorded by Christy Moore on "The Spirit of Freedom," 1985.]