American Old Time Song Lyrics: 35 The Evening News Ragged Matt

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 35

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Copyright, 1889, by J. R. Bell.
Words and Music by Barney Mullelly.

I'm called "Ragged Matt," for my clothes and my hat
They are ragged, they are tattered and torn;
Evening News is my friend, it has stuck to the end,
When poverty's hour was most known,
When a small child I had a very bad "dad,"
Bad, I mean, in his way,
Every dollar and cent for liquor was spent,
Till death came and took him one day.

Evening News! Evening News! Evening News! I would cry,
While roaming the streets, I did not look neat,
but I hustled for mother and I.

My mother took sick and was forced to her bed,
With sorrow I'd nearly gone wild;
No money or friends, my poor mother did weep,
Saying, "What shall we do, my dear child?"
At early day I started away
To earn some money for bread!
When I returned to my home, it's then I did moan,
For there lay my poor mother dead.-Refrain.
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