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

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