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Mattie lyrics and chords Christy Moore

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Mattie lyrics and chords, written by Johnny Mulhern and recorded by Christy Moore.

Mattie[G] walked out on a frozen night
He[C] was heading for the[G] pub but he had no delight
He[C] headed[G] down the railway track
And[D] his old cow[G] Delia sat a lowin him back
 
He met with a dark and staggering man
As he passed him by by shouting back at him
Mattie cant you see whats happening to me
I cannot feel the fight
 
The very last house that I have left
Half impressed with with my rhymes is now dead to me
All I've got left is the beat of the stagger
Heading down the Curragh line
 
But Mattie passed on as quick as he could
He couldn't stand a drunkin man sober
All he wanted was the lights in the bar
The Nightingale and the wild rover
 
When he came in they said ah your back
Did Delia drive you out with your spouting and your swearin
We dont want to hear about Bunker Hayden
Later you can give us the ''Girls of Kinkane''
 
The fear-a-ti*eyed him warily
As he handed him his first jug of portor
He says you must seen the bishop's ghost tonight
To put the dry look back in your eye
 
But Mattie would not be taken in
By their jibin and their regalin
He found himself a freshly blowin crew
And fell in with their spory and their bailin
 
But as he was going home in the very same spot
Where he met his dark familiar
He seen him coming back down the line
And he was bright strang and fine
 
As he passed him by Mattie threw out his arms
Trying to grab hold of his likeness
In the morning all they found was a frozen corpse
And the butt of Curragh line
 
And at the wake they were lashing down
The drops of brandy , the old fashioned habit
In the church they were lashing down pounds and fivers
So Mattie would be fine in the old by and by
 
 

fear-a-ti*   =  man of the house

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