(THE) FOREMAN O’ROURKE

THE FOREMAN O’ROURKE

by

Matt McGinn

Hooch aye-hooch till I fa

Hooch aye-hooch till I die

Maybe I’m right, maybe I’m wrong

Maybe I shouldnae go singing this song

For the jury decided, you may aswell

That a fella like me should be roasting in hell

Hooch aye-hooch till I fa

Hooch aye-hooch till I die

I had a gaffer, his name was O’Rourke

He had a terrible passion for work

In miles and in tons, he took all he could see

Though he never was greedy, he gied it tae me

Hooch aye-hooch till I fa

Hooch aye-hooch till I die

One day in the work, I went roon for a smoke

The door burst open, there stood O’Rourke

He started to swear and he gied me his curse

He insulted my mother and that was far worse

Hooch aye-hooch till I fa

Hooch aye-hooch till I die

He jumped for my throat and it gied me a fright

I was quick on my feet and I stepped tae the right

There was nothing could stop him, this terrible man

Till he landed feet up wi his heid in the pan

Hooch aye-hooch till I fa

Hooch aye-hooch till I die

I was trembling wi fear as his heid gave a thud

And I looked doon and saw that his claes were a’ mud

Yet it wisnae his claes was the worst o his plight

For his heid was jammed in there, a sorrowful sight

Hooch aye-hooch till I fa

Hooch aye-hooch till I die

In Barlinnie I wait for the man to come roon

That’ll open the door and let me drap doon

And I’ll pray for O’Rourke as they gie me the tug

For they hang me the morra for pulling the plug

Hooch aye-hooch till I fa

Hooch aye-hooch till I die

Wi yer hooch aye-hooch till I fa

Hooch aye-hooch till I die