The Reaper And Tam Mccorty

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Tam he woke tae find a shadow by the bed,
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Blamed it on the vapors still beleaguerin' his head,
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Scrubbed his chops & dragged an oily bug rake through his hair,
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And wiped the mirror tae find the bogey mimickin' his stare,
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He boilt the jug tae quench his mug & baked a lump o' toast,
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Hid behind the racin' pages from the hoary ghost,
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oh "Awfy ghostie if yer here tae make me dead,
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Spare me life & bother me wife or Mother-in-law instead!"

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"Tam McCorty I'm not here to make you cry,
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I know you’re just a broken man wi' longing in his eye,
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I'll say my say & go my way a-carving through the rye,
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Tam McCorty, it’s not your day to die."

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"By the way ye've hung yer tools o' trade & mantle I can tell,
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Ye will nae leave until ye've seen me safely intae hell,
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So follow me down the 'Horse & Crown' of liquor I'm sae fond,
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I'll drink meself tae death & haunt the witches from beyond."

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"Tam McCorty I'm not here to make you cry,
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I know you’re just a broken man wi' longing in his eye,
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I'll say my say & go my way a-carving through the rye,
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Tam McCorty, it’s not your day to die."

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They drank to fallen heroes, they spat & cursed the Queen,
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They argued o'er 'Black Caviar' - The finest ever seen?
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They smoked cigars & played at cards for pots o' Gilbeys Gin,
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Roarin' as the fiery liqour, it spilled all down their chin.

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"Tam McCorty I'm not here to make you cry,
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I know you’re just a broken man wi' longing in his eye,
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I'll say my say & go my way a-carving through the rye,
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Tam McCorty, it’s not your day to die."

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They staggered home along the tracks & pissed against a post,
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The dogs a' barkin' madly, all as though they'd seen a ghost,
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"Oh take me now I beg you, pick yer mark & pick it well,
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I'm tired o' livin' & there I think I hear the hounds o' HELL!"

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"Tam McCorty I'm not here to make you cry,
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I know you’re just a broken man wi' longing in his eye,
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I'll say my say & go my way a-carving through the rye,
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Tam McCorty, it’s not your day to die."

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Death threw his cloak across him where he passed out in his chair,
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And whispered in a frosty tone directly in his ear,
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"Best you learn to live again, forgive yerself yer past,
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For when you see me next Tam, it'll be your last."

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"Tam McCorty I'm not here to make you cry,
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I know you’re just a broken man wi' longing in his eye,
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I'll say my say & go my way a-carving through the rye,
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Tam McCorty, it’s not your day to die."
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"Tam McCorty I'm not here to make you cry,
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I know you’re just a broken man wi' longing in his eye,
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I'll say my say & go my way a-carving through the rye,
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Tam McCorty, it’s not your day to die."
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Tam McCorty, it’s not your day to die."
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Tam McCorty, it’s not your day to die."

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