matty went out on a frozen night makin for the pub shoulders hunched up tight head down on the railroad track and 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 hey matty cant you see whats become of me in this country of the blind the house i've left is dead to me to my rhymin and my poetry all i've got is the beat of the stagger as i'm headin down the curra line matty passed on as quick as he could he could'nt stand such a crooked man sober all he wanted was the lights of the bar the nightingale and the wild rover the fear an ti eyed him steadily as he handed him a pint of porter sayin you must have seen the bishops ghost tonight to put the dry look back in your eye matty would not be takin in by their jibin and regalin he found himself a fresh blown crew and fell in with their sportin and their balin as he was goin home in the very same spot he met with his dark familiar he seen him comin back down the road he was bright and sharp and fine as he passed him by matty threw out his arms and tried to grab hold of his likeness in the morning all we found was his frozen corpse at the butt of the curra line at the wake they were lashin out the drops of brandy,the auld fashioned habit in the church they were lashin out pounds and fivers so matty would be fine in the old bye and bye