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Thread #39996   Message #1214820
Posted By: Jim Dixon
26-Jun-04 - 09:11 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Lawless & others sung by Christy Moore
Subject: Lyr Add: MATTY (Johnny Mulhearn)
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."]