Matt McGinn - The foreman orourke

^AmHooch aye-^Ghooch till I fa' ^AmHooch aye-^Ghooch till I ^Amdie

^AmMaybe I’m right, ^Gmaybe I’m wrong ^AmMaybe I shouldnae go ^Csinging this ^Emsong ^AmFor the jury ^Gdecided, ^Amyou may as^Emwell ^EmThat a fella like me should be ^Groasting in ^Amhell

^AmHooch aye-^Ghooch till I fa' ^AmHooch aye-^Ghooch till I ^Amdie

^AmI had a gaffer, ^Ghis name was O’Rourke ^AmHe had a terrible ^Cpassion for ^Emwork ^AmIn miles and in ^Gtons, he took ^Amall he could ^Emsee ^EmThough he never was ^Ggreedy, he gied it tae ^Amme

^AmHooch aye-^Ghooch till I fa' ^AmHooch aye-^Ghooch till I ^Amdie

^AmOne day in the work, ^GI went roon for a smoke ^AmThe door burst open, ^Cthere stood O’^EmRourke ^AmHe started to ^Gswear and he ^Amgied me his ^Emcurse ^EmHe insulted my ^Gmother and that was far ^Amworse

^AmHooch aye-^Ghooch till I fa' ^AmHooch aye-^Ghooch till I ^Amdie

^AmHe jumped for my throat ^Gand it gied me a fright ^AmI was quick on my feet and I ^Cstepped tae the ^Emright ^AmThere was nothing could ^Gstop him, ^Amthis terrible ^Emman ^EmTill he landed feet up wi his ^Gheid in the ^Ampan

^AmHooch aye-^Ghooch till I fa' ^AmHooch aye-^Ghooch till I ^Amdie

^AmI was trembling wi fear ^Gas his heid gave a thud ^AmAnd I looked doon and saw that his ^Cclaes were a’ ^Emmud ^AmYet it wisnae his claes was the worst o his plight

N.C.

For his heid was jammed in there, a sorrowful sight

^AmHooch aye-^Ghooch till I fa' ^AmHooch aye-^Ghooch till I ^Amdie

^AmIn Barlinnie I wait ^Gfor the man to come roon ^AmThat’ll open the door and ^Clet me drap ^Emdoon ^AmAnd I’ll pray for O’^GRourke as they ^Amgie me the ^Emtug

N.C.

For they hang me the morra for pulling the plug

^AmHooch aye-^Ghooch till I fa' ^AmHooch aye-^Ghooch till I ^Amdie

Wi yer ^Amhooch aye-^Ghooch till I fa' ^AmHooch aye-^Ghooch till I ^Amdie