The Foreman Orourke

Am G Hooch aye-hooch till I fa' Am G Am Hooch aye-hooch till I die Am G Maybe I’m right, maybe I’m wrong Am C Em Maybe I shouldnae go singing this song Am G Am Em For the jury decided, you may aswell Em G Am That a fella like me should be roasting in hell Am G Hooch aye-hooch till I fa' Am G Am Hooch aye-hooch till I die Am G I had a gaffer, his name was O’Rourke Am C Em He had a terrible passion for work Am G Am Em In miles and in tons, he took all he could see Em G Am Though he never was greedy, he gied it tae me Am G Hooch aye-hooch till I fa' Am G Am Hooch aye-hooch till I die Am G One day in the work, I went roon for a smoke Am C Em The door burst open, there stood O’Rourke Am G Am Em He started to swear and he gied me his curse Em G Am He insulted my mother and that was far worse Am G Hooch aye-hooch till I fa' Am G Am Hooch aye-hooch till I die Am G He jumped for my throat and it gied me a fright Am C Em I was quick on my feet and I stepped tae the right Am G Am Em There was nothing could stop him, this terrible man Em G Am Till he landed feet up wi his heid in the pan Am G Hooch aye-hooch till I fa' Am G Am Hooch aye-hooch till I die Am G I was trembling wi fear as his heid gave a thud Am C Em And I looked doon and saw that his claes were a’ mud Am Yet it wisnae his claes was the worst o his plight N.C. For his heid was jammed in there, a sorrowful sight Am G Hooch aye-hooch till I fa' Am G Am Hooch aye-hooch till I die Am G In Barlinnie I wait for the man to come roon Am C Em That’ll open the door and let me drap doon Am G Am Em And I’ll pray for O’Rourke as they gie me the tug N.C. For they hang me the morra for pulling the plug Am G Hooch aye-hooch till I fa' Am G Am Hooch aye-hooch till I die Am G Wi yer hooch aye-hooch till I fa' Am G Am Hooch aye-hooch till I die