[Verse 1]
Well maybe I'm right and maybe I’m wrong
Maybe I shouldnae go singing this song
But a jury decided, and you may as well
That a fella like me should be roasting in Hell

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
With a, yeuch hi! Yeuch 'til I fall, Yeuch hi! Yeuch 'til I dee

[Verse 3]
One day at the work, I went round for a smoke
The door it burst open and there stood O’Rourke
Well, he starts to swear and he geed me his curse
He insulted my Ma and that was far worse

[Verse 4]
Well, he jumped for my throat and it did me a fright
I was quick on my feet though and stepped to the right
Well, there was nothing to stop him, this terrible man
’Til he landed arse-up with his head in the pan
[Chorus]
With a, yeuch hi! Yeuch 'til I fall, Yeuch hi! Yeuch 'til I dee

[Verse 5]
Oh, I was trembling with fear, as his head gi'e a thud
I looked down and saw that his clothes were all mud

[Verse 6]
I knew it was certain to upset his wife
For they’d never been dirty a day in his life
He would have to be cleaned up before he went home
Or else he could never have faced his wee dame
Yet it wasnae his clothes was the worst o’ his plight
For his head was still stuck there, a terrible sight

[Chorus]
With a, yeuch hi! Yeuch 'til I fall, Yeuch hi! Yeuch 'til I dee

[Verse 7]
Oh, I looked down upon him and unbuckled my belt
You never could feel the compassion I felt
I’ll wash all his clothes were the words that I said
Ach, and while I'm about it, I’ll wash the man's head

[Instrumental break]
[Verse 8]
In Barlinnie I wait for the man the come round
That’ll pull on the lever and let me drop down
And they’ll pray for O’Rourke as they give me the tug
For they’ll hang me tomorrow for pulling the plug

[Chorus]
With a, yeuch hi! Yeuch 'til I fall, Yeuch hi! Yeuch 'til I dee
Yeuch hi! Yeuch 'til I fall, Yeuch hi! Yeuch 'til I dee