Codex Studiosorum Bruxellensis
The Bricklayer's Lament
M: Traditional Iers, "In the Garden Where the Praties Grow"
T: Pat Cooksey
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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