Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Black Matilda, artist - The Rumjacks.
Date of issue: 21.09.2010
Song language: English
The Black Matilda |
By the windy shores o Canada bay I broke my fast for Lucia’s day |
A beguiling figure she blew my way & rattled me rovin' heart |
The snipers crack, the metronome of pricy heels on polished stone |
That I were soon to call my own by way o' the ancient art |
I were cozened by a whiff-o-the-whim that scours the Costa harryin' |
The likes o' men who’ve lost the lamp, the rudderless and bewildered |
The sands below are littered wi' bones o' those who’ve taken a belly o' stones |
And turned their backs on wives & homes to follow the black Matilda |
Ho-ro m’lovelies cross yer hearts & hope to die |
If e’er ye’re drawn beneath a murky fathom of her eye |
Ho-ro my lovelies kiss yer arse a fond goodbye |
Ye’ll never again be able to lift yer head so bloody high |
For even the boys of Inverary know, from Tortuga to Jericho |
She took three hundred souls below off the deck o' the Andalusia |
The poets and the Sages tried to warn us down the ages |
Their blood drips from the pages where they tell o' the Black Matilda |
She pursed her lips & spun a tune as fine as any silk cocoon |
That’s ever left McEacherns loom & held me there in a tawper |
A bastard I was born y’ken? |
I lived as tho' I’d never end |
I’ll die a disenchanted man, they’ll bury me as a pauper |
For men have drowned & men have swung, the brig at Iron Cove were hung |
Wi' a garland of the old, the young, all battered & unfamiliar |
Theres no poetry theres no tune, no point in howlin' at the moon |
A caution to ye very soon ye’ll waltz yer Black Matilda |
By the windy shores O' Canada bay I blew my friggin brains away |
Its not as tho' i’m proud to say, its not as tho I coulda killed her |
I’m off to Hells begotten shores where men like me have sailed before |
And they shall sail forever more in the name o' the Black Matilda |
Ho-Ro m’lovelies cross yer hearts & hope to die |
Its enough to make ye cry, enough to make ye cry! |
Ho-Ro m’lovelies kiss yer arse a fond goodbye |
Its enough to make ye cry, enough to make ye DIE! |