Christy Moore - Matty

^GMatty walked out on a frozen night ^CMaking for the pub, shoulders ^Ghunched up tight ^CHead down on the ^Grailroad track And his ^Dold cow Delia sad ^Glowing him back ^GHe met with a dark and staggering man ^CAnd as he passed him by shouted ^Gback at him ^C"Hey Matty, can't you see what's ^Gbecome of me In this ^Dcountry of the ^Gblind! ^DThe house I have left is ^Gdead to me ^DTo my rhyming and my ^Gpoetry All I've got is the ^Cbeat of the stagger ^DHeading down the Curragh ^Gline!"

^GBut Matty passed on as quick as he could ^CHe couldn't stand such a drunken man ^Gsober ^CAll he wanted was the ^Glights of the bar ^DThe Nightingale, the Wild ^GRover ^DWhen he came in they were ^Gsighing ^G"Look who's back, Did they throw you out of Jack's ^GWith your spoutin' and your swearin' ^DWe don't want to hear about ^GBunker Hayden ^CBut maybe you'll sing us the ^DGirls of Kin^Gkane"

^GThe Fear an Tí eyed him steadily ^CAs he handed him a pint of ^Gporter ^C"You must have seen the bishop's ^Gghost tonight To put the ^Ddry look back in your ^Geye!" ^GBut Matty would not be taken in ^CBy their jibin' and their ^Gregalin' ^CHe found himself a ^Gfresh-blown crew And fell ^Din with their sportin' and their ^Gbalin'

^DAs he was going home, on the ^Gvery same spot ^DHe met with his dark ^Gfamiliar He seen him coming back ^Cdown the line He was ^Dbright and strange and ^Gfine ^GAs he passed him by, Matty threw out his arms Trying to ^Cgrab hold of his ^Glikeness In the ^Cmorning all the found was his ^Gfrozen corpse At the ^Dbutt of the Curragh ^Gline At the ^Dwake they were lashing out the ^Gdrops of brandy ^GThe aul-fashioned habit In the ^Dchurch they were lashing down ^Gpounds and fivers So ^CMatty would be fine in the ^Dold by and ^Gby