The Reaper And Tam McCorty - The Rumjacks

Written by：The Rumjacks

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

Away 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 you're 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

Tam mccorty I'm not here to make you cry

I know you're 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

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

Tam mccorty I'm not here to make you cry

I know you're 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

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

Tam mccorty I'm not here to make you cry

I know you're 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

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 yourself yer past

For when you see me next tam it'll be your last

Tam mccorty I'm not here to make you cry

I know you're 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

Tam mccorty I'm not here to make you cry

I know you're 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

Tam mccorty its not your day to die

Tam mccorty its not your day to die