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Matty
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Matty was released on November 22, 2019 by Sony Music Ireland as a part of the album Magic Nights
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Release DateNovember 22, 2019
LabelSony Music Ireland
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM87

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Christy Moore
Christy Moore
Vocals
Declan Sinnott
Declan Sinnott
Guitar
Jimmy Higgins
Jimmy Higgins
Percussion
Cathal Hayden
Cathal Hayden
Fiddle
Martin O'Connor
Martin O'Connor
Accordion
Seamie O'Dowd
Seamie O'Dowd
Guitar
Vickie Keating
Vickie Keating
Vocals
Joleen McLaughlin
Joleen McLaughlin
Harp
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Mulhearn
John Mulhearn
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jimmy Higgins
Jimmy Higgins
Producer
David Meade
David Meade
Engineer
Richard Dowling
Richard Dowling
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Matty went out on a frozen night
Making for the pub, shoulders hunched up tight
His head down on the railroad track
His old cow Delia sad, lowin' him back
He met with a dark and a troubled man
As he passed him by, called back at him
"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 rhyming and me poetry
All I've got is the beat of the stagger
As I'm heading down the Curragh Line
Matty passed on as quick as he could
Couldn't stand such a crooked man sober
All he wanted was the lights of the bar
In the Nightingale and the Wild Rover
Oh, when he came in
They were sayin', "Look he's back
Oh, did Delia drive you out
With your spoutin' and your swearin'?
We don't want to hear about the Bunker Hayden
Maybe you'll sing us the Girls of Kinkane"
The fear an tí eyed him steadily
He handed him a pint of porter
Sayin', "You musta seen the bishop's ghost tonight
To put the dry look back in your eye"
Ah, but Matty would not be taken in
By their jibin' and their regalin'
He found himself a fresh blown crew
And fell in with their sportin' and their bailin'
As he was going home, in the very same spot
He met with his dark familiar
He seen him comin' back down the line
And 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 morning all we found was his frozen corpse
At the butt of the Curragh Line
At the wake they were lashin' out
The drops of brandy, the ould fashioned habit
In the church, lashin' down pounds and fivers
So Matty would be fine in the old by and by
Matty went out on a frozen night
Making for the pub, shoulders hunched up tight
In the morning all we found was his frozen corpse
At the butt of the Curragh Line
At the wake they were lashin' out
The drops of brandy, the ould fashioned habit
In the church, they were lashin' down pounds and fivers
So Matty would be fine in the old by and by
Written by: John Mulhearn
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