The Dubliners - The Sick Note (Why Paddy’s Not At Work Today) lyrics
[The Dubliners - The Sick Note Why Paddy’s Not At Work Today 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
My 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
It was not a good idear
The foreman wasn't very please, d
He being an awkward sod
He said I'd have to take 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 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
Well, I shot up like a rocket
'til to my dismay I found
That half way 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 pulley with me head
Well, I clung on tight
Though numbed with 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 the barrel scattered round
I lay there groaning on the ground
I thought I'd passed the worst
When the barrel hit the pulley 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 bleeding on the ground
I let go the bloody rope
The barrel then 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 understand
Why Paddy's not at work today
To tell you of me plight
And at the time of writing
I am not a pretty sight
My 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
It was not a good idear
The foreman wasn't very please, d
He being an awkward sod
He said I'd have to take 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 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
Well, I shot up like a rocket
'til to my dismay I found
That half way 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 pulley with me head
Well, I clung on tight
Though numbed with 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 the barrel scattered round
I lay there groaning on the ground
I thought I'd passed the worst
When the barrel hit the pulley 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 bleeding on the ground
I let go the bloody rope
The barrel then 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 understand
Why Paddy's not at work today