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
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