On 9th February 1996, Pat Cooksey visited the Nenagh Singers Circle. One of his contributions on the night was a rendition of his own song which he titles "THE SICK NOTE".
He introduce it as follows Quote, I wrote this song back in 1969 for a friend of mine, Sean Cannon, who was working on a building site and Sean was getting a bit of a name for himself as a singer. The first gig he ever got was in the singers club in Birmingham. Sean was really excited about getting this gig and got himself all cleaned up ready for the gig. I accompanied him to the gig for moral support. When we arrived at the club we did not realise that Neil Armstrong had chosen that precise moment to take his first steps on the moon and nobody turned up at the club at all. Sean did not sing this song that night but has sung it many, many times since.
Dear Sir I write this note to you to tell you of my plight
And at the time of writing I am not a pretty sight.
My body is all black and blue, my face a deathly grey,
I write this note to say why Paddy's not at work today.
Whilst working on the fourteenth floor, some bricks I had to clear
And to throw them down from such a height was not a good idea
The foreman wasn't very pleased, The bloody awkward sod
He said I had to cart them down the ladders in me hod.
Well clearing all those bricks by hand, it was so very slow
So I hoisted up a barrel and secured the 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.
So when I had 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 'til to my dismay I found
That half way 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 me head.
Well I clung on tightly, numb with shock, from this almighty blow
And the barrel spilled out half the bricks fourteen floors below.
Now when those bricks had fallen from the barrel to the floor
I then outweighed the barrel so I started down once more
Still clinging tightly to the rope me body racked with pain
When half ways down I met the bloody barrel once again
The force of this collision halfway up the office block
Caused multiple abrasions and a nasty state of shock
Still clinging tightly to the rope I fell towards the ground
And I landed on the broken bricks the barrel scattered round.
As I lay there groaning on the ground I thought I'd passed the worst
But 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 bleeding on the ground I let go the bloody rope.
The barrel then being heavier, it started down once more
And it landed right across me as I lay upon the floor
It broke three ribs and my left arm, and I can only say
That I hope you'll understand why Paddy's not at work today.