Matty

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Matty walked out on a frozen night
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Making for the pub, shoulders 
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hunched up tight
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Head down on the railroad track
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And his old cow Delia sad lowing him
 back
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He met with a dark and staggering 
man
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And as he passed him by shouted back
 at him
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"Hey Matty, can't you see what's 
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become of me
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In this country of the blind!
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The house I have left is dead to me
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To my rhyming and my poetry
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All I've got is the beat of the 
stagger
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Heading down the Curragh line!"


[Verse 2]

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But Matty passed on as quick as he 
could
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He couldn't stand such a drunken 
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man sober
Continúa después del anuncio
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All he wanted was the lights of the 
bar
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The Nightingale, the Wild Rover
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When he came in they were sighing
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"Look who's back, Did they throw you
 out of Jack's
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With your spoutin' and your swearin'
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We don't want to hear about Bunker 
Hayden
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But maybe you'll sing us the 
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Girls of Kinkane"

[Instrumental]

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[Verse 3]
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The Fear an Tí eyed him steadily
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As he handed him a pint of porter
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"You must have seen the bishop's 
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ghost tonight
           D                    
To put the dry look back in your 
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eye!"
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But Matty would not be taken in
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By their jibin' and their regalin'
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He found himself a fresh-blown crew
         D                         
And fell in with their sportin' and
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 their balin'


[Verse 4]
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As he was going home, on the very 
same spot
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He met with his dark familiar
                        C
He seen him coming back down the 
line
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He was bright and strange and fine
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As he passed him by, Matty threw out
 his arms
          C                G
Trying to grab hold of his likeness
       C                           
In the morning all the found was 
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his frozen corpse
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At the butt of the Curragh line
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At the wake they were lashing out 
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the drops of brandy
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The aul-fashioned habit
       D                           
In the church they were lashing 
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down pounds and fivers
   C                          D   
So Matty would be fine in the old 
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by and by