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