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The Bricklayer's Lament
Tekst: Pat Cooksey
Muziek: Traditional Iers, ‘In the Garden Where the Praties Grow’
Muziek: Traditional Iers, ‘In the Garden Where the Praties Grow’
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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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