I livid lived with a good friend and I cherish the memories I had with him I called him uncle paddy being a kiwi he was my best friend and he introduced me to this song we would laugh and drink miss you daddy patty
Every time I hear this very funny song it always reminds me of a Dear friend Brian, who was in a local group hear in Wales. Bless him Brian used to give this song justice great song & great man. R.I.P. Brian
Was my brother’s party piece. We are English, so he apologises to any Irish in the room before the start, gets away with it though, chuckles all around!
My teacher spent an entire night making a worksheet for our physics class, including a lot of topics in our A levels and is being considered to be used by the school in the actual course. LOL
I heard that version years ago. Fantastic delivery - sounded so sincere as he recited it. He was a great, but very dry comedian and his speeches would go down really well even today.
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 beeing 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 comming down. Well, the barrel broke me shoulder as to the ground it sped, and when I reached the top I banged the pully 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 brocken bricks that were all scattered round. Well, I lay there groaning on the ground, I thougth 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.
I'm wrong because I didn't mention the pulley that was mentioned clearly in the song? He rigged the pulley, hoisted up the barrel. Climbed up to the fourteenth floor to fill it with bricks, then climbed down to untie the rope to lower the barrel down. He didn't account for the weight of the bricks, and since he held onto the rope he was lifted up to smack his head on the pulley. Just like in the song...
As I'm listening, I can't figure out if he's speaking English or German. LOL Silveryne, I agree with you. It's brilliant. Up until now, I'd only heard this song by the Clancy's. Sean Cannon is really good!
@@peterkelley6344 The song is good for a lot of other artist that have sung it this one is just very bad singer and I know the whole story of Murphy’s Law I’ve heard that song plenty of times just the singer needs to put music behind it and not try to do it a cappella because his voice is horrendous but thanks for your comment
He certainly got replace on the same day by any id..t( youtube doesn' t like this foul language, I don't give a "care", anyway, they make enough money on me that they may pass on that, we'll see !) who would do the job. Never mind the injuries, the boss didn't pay for that . 2 month ago one of my fellow workers ( vineyard worker, pruning cleaning shoots ) got fired because he had a flu a couldn't come for two days. In France . Yeah, I know, I'm a commy, doesn't work that way now, if you want to live, you gotta get paid whatever that means, if you die soon, you'll cost less to society, so fuck you, go to work, don't complain, therer are thousands waiting behind you, if you don' t do the job just fuck off and leave ! Luckily I got no kid, no family to earn a living for so I can tell what I want, but I know how lucky I am, My hobo's two cents on that one . Peace brothers !
