The Dubliners - Sick Note lyrics
[The Dubliners - Sick Note lyrics]
Dear Sir, i write this note to you to
Tell you of me plight
And at the time of writing
I am not a pretty sight
Me body is all black and blue
Me face a deathly gray
And I write this note to say
Why Paddy's not at work today
While working on the fourteenth floor some
Bricks I had to clear
Now, to throw them down from such a
Height was not a good idea
The foreman wasn't very please, d
He 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 barrel
And secured the rope below
But in me haste to do the job
I was to blind to see
That a barrelful of building bricks
Was heavier than me
So when I untied the rope
The barrel fell like lead
And clinging tightly to the rope
I started up instead
Well, I shot up like a rocket
Till to my dismay I found
That halfway up I met the
Bloody barrel coming down
Well, the barrel broke me shoulder as
To the ground it sped
And when I reached the top I
Banged the pully with me head
Well, I clung on tight through numbed
Shock from this almighty blow
And the barrel spilled out half
The bricks fourteen floors below
Now, when these bricks had fallen from
The barrel to the floor
I then outweighed the barrel and
So started down once more
Still clinging tightly to the rope
I sped towards the ground
And I landed on the broken bricks
That were all scattered round
Well, I lay there groaning on the ground
I thought I'd passed the worst
When the barrel hit the pully-wheel
And then the bottom burst
Well, a shower of bricks rained down on me
I hadn't got a hope
As I lay there moaning on the ground
I let go of the bloody rope
The barrel than being heavier
It started down once more
And landed right across me
As I lay upon the floor
Well, it broke three ribs and my left
Arm and I can only say
That I hope you'll understand why
Paddy's not a work today
Tell you of me plight
And at the time of writing
I am not a pretty sight
Me body is all black and blue
Me face a deathly gray
And I write this note to say
Why Paddy's not at work today
While working on the fourteenth floor some
Bricks I had to clear
Now, to throw them down from such a
Height was not a good idea
The foreman wasn't very please, d
He 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 barrel
And secured the rope below
But in me haste to do the job
I was to blind to see
That a barrelful of building bricks
Was heavier than me
So when I untied the rope
The barrel fell like lead
And clinging tightly to the rope
I started up instead
Well, I shot up like a rocket
Till to my dismay I found
That halfway up I met the
Bloody barrel coming down
Well, the barrel broke me shoulder as
To the ground it sped
And when I reached the top I
Banged the pully with me head
Well, I clung on tight through numbed
Shock from this almighty blow
And the barrel spilled out half
The bricks fourteen floors below
Now, when these bricks had fallen from
The barrel to the floor
I then outweighed the barrel and
So started down once more
Still clinging tightly to the rope
I sped towards the ground
And I landed on the broken bricks
That were all scattered round
Well, I lay there groaning on the ground
I thought I'd passed the worst
When the barrel hit the pully-wheel
And then the bottom burst
Well, a shower of bricks rained down on me
I hadn't got a hope
As I lay there moaning on the ground
I let go of the bloody rope
The barrel than being heavier
It started down once more
And landed right across me
As I lay upon the floor
Well, it broke three ribs and my left
Arm and I can only say
That I hope you'll understand why
Paddy's not a work today