23 September 2012
Dear sir I write this note to you, To tell you of my plight, For at the time if writing it, I'm not a pretty sight.
My body is all black and blue, My face a deathly grey, And I write this note to say, Why I am not at work today.
While working in the 14th 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, And he said I had to cart them down, The ladders in my hod.
Well clearing all these bricks by hand, Was so very slow, So I hoisted up a barrel, And secured a rope bellow.
Well 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.
Well the barrel broke my 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 it's bricks, Some 14 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.
But I clung on tightly to the rope, My body racked 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 landed on the broken bricks, The barrel scattered round.
Well as I lay there on the ground, I thought I passed the worst, But then the barrel hit the pulley wheel, And then the bottom burst.
A shower of bricks rained down in 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 3 ribs and my left arm, And i can only say, I hope you'll understand, Why I am not at work today.
'Dear Boss/The Bricklayers Song' By The Corries • Opuss № I