The first time I heard this, I was very pregnant with my youngest. I was laughing so hard I was in tears. We were at a family reunion, and I know everyone was watching me. I absolutely love this song!!
I've spent the night celebrating the genius of Shane MacGowan, hours of music which eventually led to Poor Paddy On The Railway, which then reminded me of this absolute beauty. The biggest smile hearing this again, and I don't think Shane would be jealous to know that I'm now having thus on repeat till sunrise 😄 God bless the poets, rebels, patriots and beautiful souls of Eire.
Having had to recover from being hit by a car and going through rehabilitation for the leg injury that ensued this song was a blessed beacon of laughter and hope in those dark days to any and all suffering and or recovering from a life changing injury my love and prayers are with you and let this song be a bit of dark comedy when you need that Celtic kick
My folks took me to see them about 30 years ago in Wash DC, and we bought a cassette at the show and it had this on it. Used to play it all the time. Such a great song in every way
I am phoning in sick from RU-vid job today. 🤕 I think it's full moon is making me overly emotional. 💕 So I think it's best to do prayers 🙏 Alone until I get my act together again. 🙏 Thank You Jesus. 💖 I love you. 🙏
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 pleased, 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 pulley with my 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 though 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 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.
The same story also occurs in a swiss childrensbook from the 50's, I wonder was it an Irish story first or was it in the book first. Does someone know. The book is called "Mein Name ist Eugen" and it was written in 1955
How did Mythbusters not reference this song when they did their "Barrel of Bricks" myth that was re-creating the exact scenario from this song? Also, we all long for those days before OSHA, before workers' rights, before unions, before labor laws, a wonderful time when bosses would actually grant an employee a day off for being basically destroyed - my bosses at Domino's a few years ago sure wouldn't! Not without a doctor's note that is impossible to get short notice and costs six months worth of pay, and even when I brought them one they still didn't want to give me time off because it wasn't formatted right or something.
I mean, all of those things started and formed because bosses weren't "actually granting an employee a day off for being basically destroyed". You think that these things poofed into existence for no reason? Don't be daft. These things came to exist because there were real issues which needed sorting and resolving. And you blame, of all things, the very things which provide you some level of legal protection? You honestly think that things would be better, not worse, if they didn't exist? I am sorry, but no. You don't obtain more rights by giving up your rights and your ability to defend yourself as required. These things are not to blame for your poor treatment.
@@hellraiser217 I'm not blaming those things, I'm making a sarcastic comment about how, despite these worker protections, especially in the US workers still get shat upon. Laws have come about to protect workers, but all the while, past couple decades and since the recession especially, employers have become more and more ruthless in their treatment of workers to squeeze every last cent of profit out of them. In many cases finding devious ways of skirting around or finding loopholes in the laws, like having "part-time" workers work 39 hours per week so they're not required to give them benefits, paying them a legally-mandated but still not livable minimum wage, requiring doctors notes that employees have no feasible way of getting for (unpaid) sick days, requiring employees to come in short notice on what were supposed to be their days off, and so on. These labor laws are absolutely necessary, but in this day and age aren't good enough, haven't adapted for the current ways employers exploit their workers.
I miss to see Dubliners live. I heard this every year on my birthday. I will carry them and their awesome music in my heart as long as I live! 😍😍😍🇮🇪💚☘☘☘☘☘💚🇮🇪
I learned this song when I was only three thanks to an old cassette tape. Nearly twenty years on, I've sang it all over the world including Shanghai, Lanzarote, Birmingham, Dublin, and Trafalgar Square. Sometimes during a drinking session with friends or at proper concerts. Either way, nothing beats hearing the roaring laughter from the audiences.
Rex Banner Oh yes, me too! I did the same. I am German and I sang this and the song of South Australia (...two old women laying in the sand...each one wishing that the other was a man...😂😂😂) and in German language, if you learn this maybe one day, Georg Kreisler. He was a very poplular songwriter from Vienna who was a godfather of black humor and sarcasm and his songs upset tge establishment feom the early 60s for a long time.
@@katievonolendorp5894 I tried to find the Australian song as it sounds very funny too, it's not on RU-vid as far as I can see? Any chance you could put it on here??? :)
How exactly would his boss not know this already? He said the foreman was there when it happened, Lol!! Isn't it the foreman's job to report to the boss? I guess he don't have much competition at work. His job will be there when he recovers.
Whoever wrote the lyrics has no idea what they're doing lol but amazing song (no actual offense intended toward anyone; I understand English may not be their first language)
+Isiah Oswell Yes, the singer is paddy. Paddy is a stereotypical name for an Irishman and can be singular (as in this this song) or plural to refer to Irishmen in a humorous way.
