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The Bricklayer's Lament

Tekst: Pat Cooksey
Muziek: Traditional Iers, ‘In the Garden Where the Praties Grow’
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  1. Dear sir I write this note to you
    To tell you of my plight
    For at the time of writing it,
    I am not a pretty sight
    Me body is all black and blue,
    Me face a deadly gray
    And I write this note to say
    Why I am not at work today
  2. While working on the fourteenth floor,
    Some bricks I had to clear
    But tossing them down from such a height
    Was not a good idea
    The foreman wasn't very pleased,
    He is an awkward sod
    He said I'd have to cart em
    Down the ladder in me hod
  3. Well clearing all these bricks by hand
    It seemed so very slow
    So I hoisted up a barrel
    And secured a rope below
    But in my haste to do the job,
    I was too blind to see
    That a barrel full of building bricks
    Was heavier than me
  4. And so when I untied the rope,
    The barrel fell like lead
    And clinging tightly to the rope,
    I started up instead
    I shot up like a rocket
    And to my dismay I found
    that halfway up I met the bloody
    Barrel coming down
  5. Now the barrel broke me shoulder
    As to the ground it sped
    And when I reached the top
    I banged the pulley with my head
    But I clung on tightly, numb with shock
    From this almighty blow
  6. While the barrel spilled out half its bricks,
    Some fourteen floors below
    Now when these bricks had fallen
    From the barrel to the floor
    I then outweighed the barrel
    And I started down once more
    Still clinging tightly to the rope,
    Me body wracked with pain
    And halfway down I met
    The bloody barrel once again
  7. The force of this collision
    Halfway down the office block
    Caused multiple abrasions
    And a nasty case of shock
    But I clung on tightly to the rope
    As I fell towards the ground
    And I landed on the broken bricks
    The barrel 'd scattered 'round
  8. As I lay there moaning on the floor,
    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 didn't have a hope
    As I lay there bleeding on the ground
    I let go the bloody rope
  9. The barrel now being heavier,
    It started down once more
    It landed right across me
    As I lay there on the floor
    It broke three ribs and my left arm,
    And I can only say
    I hope you'll understand
    Why I am not at work today

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