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The Reaper And Tam McCorty

 

The Reaper And Tam McCorty

(album: Sober & Godless - 2015)


Tam he woke tae find a shadow by the bed
Blamed it on the vapors still beleaguering his head
He scrubbed his chops and dragged an oily bug rake through his hair
And wiped the mirror tae find the bogey mimicking his stare

He boilt the jug tae quench his mug and baked a lump o' toast
Hid behind the racing pages from the hoary ghost
"Awfy ghostie if yer here tae make me dead
Spare me life and 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 and go my way a-carving through the rye
Tam McCorty, it's not your day to die."

"By the way ye've hung yer tools o' trade and 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 myself tae death and 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 and go my way a-carving through the rye
Tam McCorty, it's not your day to die."

They drank to fallen heroes, they spat and cursed the Queen
They argued o'er 'Black Caviar' the finest ever seen?
They smoked cigars and played at cards for pots o' Gilbeys Gin
Roaring 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 and go my way a-carving through the rye
Tam McCorty, it's not your day to die."

They staggered home along the tracks and pissed against a post
The dogs a' barking madly, all as though they'd seen a ghost
"Oh take me now, I beg you, pick yer mark and pick it well
I'm tired o' living and 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 and go my way a-carving through the rye
Tam McCorty, it's 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 yerself 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 and go my way a-carving through the rye
Tam McCorty, it's 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 and go my way a-carving through the rye
Tam McCorty, it's not your day to die
Tam McCorty, it's not your day to die
Tam McCorty, it's not your day to die."

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