Post by Dagoth Gibber on Jun 2, 2004 9:13:17 GMT
An Irish song my dad got hold of:
The Sick Note
Dear Sirs I write this note to you to tell you of me plight
Coz at the time of writing I am not a pretty sight
My Body is all Black and Blue, My face a deathly grey
And I write this note to say why Paddy's not at work today
Whilst working on the fourteenth floor some bricks I had to clear
To throw them down from such a height was not a good idea
The foreman wasnt very pleased, Him being an awkward sod
He said I'd have to cart them down the ladders in me hod
Now clearing all these bricks by hand, it was so very slow
So i hoisted up a berrel and secured the rope below
But in me haste to do the job, I was too blind to see
That a barrel full of building bricks was heavier than me
So when I untied the rope the barrel fell like lead
And clingly tightly to the rope, I started up instead
I shot up like a rocket 'till to my dismay I found
That halfway up I met the bloody barrel coming down
The barrel broke my shoulder as to the ground it sped
And when I reached the top I banged the pulley with me head
I clung on tightly numb with shock from this almighty blow
And the barrel spilled out half the bricks some fourteen flours below
And when these bricks haad fallen form the barrel, to the floor
I then outweighed the barrel, and so started down once more
I clung on tightly to the rope, me body racked with pain
When halfway up I met the bloody barrel once again
The force of this collision halfway up the office block
Caused multiple abrasions and a nasty state of shock
Still clingly tightly to the rope, I fell towards the ground
And landed on the broken bricks the barrel scattered round
As I lay there groaning on the ground I thought I'd passed the worst
but the barrel hit the pulley wheel, and then the bottom burst
A shower of bricks rained down on me, I hadn't got a hope
As I lay there bleeding on the ground I let go of the bloody rope.
Ah the barrel then being heavier, then started down once more
And landed right across me as I lay upon the floor
It broke three ribs and my left arm and I can only say
That I hope you'll understand why paddy's not at work today.
The Sick Note
Dear Sirs I write this note to you to tell you of me plight
Coz at the time of writing I am not a pretty sight
My Body is all Black and Blue, My face a deathly grey
And I write this note to say why Paddy's not at work today
Whilst working on the fourteenth floor some bricks I had to clear
To throw them down from such a height was not a good idea
The foreman wasnt very pleased, Him being an awkward sod
He said I'd have to cart them down the ladders in me hod
Now clearing all these bricks by hand, it was so very slow
So i hoisted up a berrel and secured the rope below
But in me haste to do the job, I was too blind to see
That a barrel full of building bricks was heavier than me
So when I untied the rope the barrel fell like lead
And clingly tightly to the rope, I started up instead
I shot up like a rocket 'till to my dismay I found
That halfway up I met the bloody barrel coming down
The barrel broke my shoulder as to the ground it sped
And when I reached the top I banged the pulley with me head
I clung on tightly numb with shock from this almighty blow
And the barrel spilled out half the bricks some fourteen flours below
And when these bricks haad fallen form the barrel, to the floor
I then outweighed the barrel, and so started down once more
I clung on tightly to the rope, me body racked with pain
When halfway up I met the bloody barrel once again
The force of this collision halfway up the office block
Caused multiple abrasions and a nasty state of shock
Still clingly tightly to the rope, I fell towards the ground
And landed on the broken bricks the barrel scattered round
As I lay there groaning on the ground I thought I'd passed the worst
but the barrel hit the pulley wheel, and then the bottom burst
A shower of bricks rained down on me, I hadn't got a hope
As I lay there bleeding on the ground I let go of the bloody rope.
Ah the barrel then being heavier, then started down once more
And landed right across me as I lay upon the floor
It broke three ribs and my left arm and I can only say
That I hope you'll understand why paddy's not at work today.