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FOUR POUNDS A DAY by Stan Kelly and Eric Winter The rain is falling on the site the tea's upon the brew We're siting on our arseholes with bugger all to do Outside our picks and shovels lads they slowly rust away We're rained on and contented on four pounds a day Four pounds a day, me lads and nothing much to do No trouble from the foreman, he's in the union, too Some want the rain to go to Spain, we want the rain to stay We're rained on and contented on four pounds a day It's early in the morning, we start at ten o'clock We search the skies impatiently, bejays I felt a drop The can lads are on bonus and each brew means better pay We're rained on and contented on four pounds a day So Freddie get the cards out, the racing page as well And as for the contractors, we hope they go to Hell It looks as if the rain's set in, we shan't do much today What matter if on Friday, we all draw our pay @work @union @parody recorded by Ian Campbell Folk Group see also FOURPENC filename[ FOURPND TUNE FILE: FOURPND CLICK TO PLAY SOF |
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