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The Rumjacks

The Foreman O'Rourke

 

The Foreman O'Rourke

(альбом: Saints Preserve Us - 2018)


Well maybe I'm right and maybe I'm wrong
Maybe I shouldn't 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

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 started to swear and he geed me his curse
He insulted my Mother and that was far worse

When he jumped for my throat and it did me a fright
I was quick on my feet though and stepped to the right
There was nothing to stop him this terrible man
'Til he landed arse up with his head in the pan

Yeuch hi! Yeuch 'til I fall
Yeuch hi! Yeuch 'til I dee

I was trembling' wi' fear as his heid gie a thud
I looked down and saw that his clashes were aw mud
I knew it was certain to upset his wife
For they'd never been dirty a day in his life

He would need to be cleaned up before he went hame
Or else she could never have faced his wee dame
Yet it wasnae his claithes was the worst o' his plight
For his heid was still stuck there, a terrible sight

Yeuch hi! Yeuch 'til I fall
Yeuch hi! Yeuch 'til I dee

I looked down upon him and unbuckled my belt
Ye never could feel the compassion I felt
I'll wash all his claithes were the words that I said
Ach, and while I'm about it, I'll wash the mans head

In Barlinnie I wait for the man tae come roond
That'll pull on the lever and let me drap doon
And they'll pray for O'Rourke as they gie me the tug
For they'll hang me th'morra for pulling' the plug

Yeuch hi! Yeuch 'til I fall
Yeuch hi! Yeuch 'til I dee
Yeuch hi! Yeuch 'til I fall
Yeuch hi! Yeuch 'til I dee

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