The Foreman O'rourke - The Rumjacks

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