The Reaper & Tam McCorty 歌词

Tam he woke tae find a shadow by the bed Blamed it on the vapors still beleaguerin' his head Scrubbed his chops & dragged an oily bug rake through his hair And wiped the mirror tae find the bogey mimickin' his stare He boilt the jug tae quench his mug & baked a lump o' toast Hid behind the racin' pages from the hoary ghost "Awfy ghostie if yer here tae make me dead Spare me life & bother me wife or Mother-in-law instead!" "Tam McCorty I'm not here to make you cry I know youre just a broken man wi' longing in his eye I'll say my say & go my way a-carving through the rye Tam McCorty, its not your day to die." "By the way ye've hung yer tools o' trade & mantle I can tell Ye willnae leave until ye've seen me safely intae hell So follow me down the 'Horse & Crown' of liquor I'm sae fond I'll drink meself tae death & haunt the witches from beyond." They drank to fallen heroes, they spat & cursed the Queen They argued o'er 'Black Caviar' - The finest ever seen? They smoked cigars & played at cards for pots o' Gilbeys Gin Roarin' as the fiery liqour, it spilled all down their chin. They staggered home along the tracks & pissed against a post The dogs a' barkin' madly, all as though they'd seen a ghost "Oh take me now I beg you, pick yer mark & pick it well I'm tired o' livin' & there I think I hear the hounds o' HELL!" Death threw his cloak across him where he passed out in his chair And whispered in a frosty tone directly in his ear "Best you learn to live again, forgive yerself yer past For when you see me next Tam, it'll be your last."