The Rumjacks, Paul McKenzie - The Foreman O'Rourke lyrics
[The Rumjacks, Paul McKenzie - The Foreman O'Rourke lyrics]
Well maybe I'm right and maybe I’m wrong
Maybe I shouldnae go singing this song
But a jury decided, and you may as well
That a fella like me should
Be roasting in Hell
Now I had a gaffer, his name was O’Rourke
And he had a terrible passion for work
Oh, in miles and spades he
Took all he could see
Though he never was greedy, he gave it to me
With a, yeuch hi! Yeuch 'til I fall
Yeuch hi! Yeuch 'til I dee
One day at the work, I went round for a smoke
The door it burst open
And there stood O’Rourke
Well, he starts to swear and
He geed me his curse
He insulted my Ma and that was far worse
Well, he jumped for my throat and
It did me a fright
I was quick on my feet though
And stepped to the right
Well, there was nothing to stop him
This terrible man
’Til he landed arse-up with his
Head in the pan
With a, yeuch hi! Yeuch 'til I fall
Yeuch hi! Yeuch 'til I dee
Oh, I was trembling with fear
As his head gi'e a thud
I looked down and saw that
His clothes were all mud
I knew it was certain to upset his wife
For they’d never been dirty a day in his life
He would have to be cleaned
Up before he went home
Or else he could never have
Faced his wee dame
Yet it wasnae his clothes was
The worst o’ his plight
For his head was still stuck there
A terrible sight
With a, yeuch hi! Yeuch 'til I fall
Yeuch hi! Yeuch 'til I dee
Oh, I looked down upon him
And unbuckled my belt
You never could feel the compassion I felt
I’ll wash all his clothes were
The words that I said
Ach, and while I'm about it
I’ll wash the man's head
In Barlinnie I wait for the
Man the come round
That’ll pull on the lever and
Let me drop down
And they’ll pray for O’Rourke as
They give me the tug
For they’ll hang me tomorrow
For pulling the plug
With a, yeuch hi! Yeuch 'til I fall
Yeuch hi! Yeuch 'til I dee
Yeuch hi! Yeuch 'til I fall
Yeuch hi! Yeuch 'til I dee
Maybe I shouldnae go singing this song
But a jury decided, and you may as well
That a fella like me should
Be roasting in Hell
Now I had a gaffer, his name was O’Rourke
And he had a terrible passion for work
Oh, in miles and spades he
Took all he could see
Though he never was greedy, he gave it to me
With a, yeuch hi! Yeuch 'til I fall
Yeuch hi! Yeuch 'til I dee
One day at the work, I went round for a smoke
The door it burst open
And there stood O’Rourke
Well, he starts to swear and
He geed me his curse
He insulted my Ma and that was far worse
Well, he jumped for my throat and
It did me a fright
I was quick on my feet though
And stepped to the right
Well, there was nothing to stop him
This terrible man
’Til he landed arse-up with his
Head in the pan
With a, yeuch hi! Yeuch 'til I fall
Yeuch hi! Yeuch 'til I dee
Oh, I was trembling with fear
As his head gi'e a thud
I looked down and saw that
His clothes were all mud
I knew it was certain to upset his wife
For they’d never been dirty a day in his life
He would have to be cleaned
Up before he went home
Or else he could never have
Faced his wee dame
Yet it wasnae his clothes was
The worst o’ his plight
For his head was still stuck there
A terrible sight
With a, yeuch hi! Yeuch 'til I fall
Yeuch hi! Yeuch 'til I dee
Oh, I looked down upon him
And unbuckled my belt
You never could feel the compassion I felt
I’ll wash all his clothes were
The words that I said
Ach, and while I'm about it
I’ll wash the man's head
In Barlinnie I wait for the
Man the come round
That’ll pull on the lever and
Let me drop down
And they’ll pray for O’Rourke as
They give me the tug
For they’ll hang me tomorrow
For pulling the plug
With a, yeuch hi! Yeuch 'til I fall
Yeuch hi! Yeuch 'til I dee
Yeuch hi! Yeuch 'til I fall
Yeuch hi! Yeuch 'til I dee