Happy Saint Patrick’s Day

63205“Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy. – William Butler Yeats

Happy Saint Patrick’s Day everyone!

I hope you have a great day and don’t forget to wear something green!

This is one of my favorite Irish Songs: The Bricklayer’s Song, written by Pat Cooksey:

Dear Sir I write this note to inform 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 gray
I write this note to tell why Paddy’s not at work today

While working on the fourteenth floor, some bricks I had to clear
And to throw them down from off the top seemed quite a good idea
But the gaffer wasn’t very pleased, he was an awful sod
He said I had to cart them down the ladder in me hod.

Well clearing all those bricks by hand, it seemed 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 is 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
I took off like a rocket and to my dismay I found
That half way up I met the bloody barrel coming down.

Well the barrel broke my shoulder as on to the ground it sped
And when I reached the top I banged the pulley with me head
I held on tight, though numb with shock from this almighty blow
And the barrel spilled out half its load fourteen floors below

Now when those building bricks fell from the barrel to the floor
I then outweighed the barrel so I started down once more
I held on tightly to the rope as I flew to the ground
And I landed on those building bricks that were scattered all
around.

Now as I lay there on the deck I thought I’d passed the worst
But when the barrel reached the top, that’s when the bottom burst
A shower of bricks came down on me, I knew I had no hope
In all of this confusion, I let go the bloody rope.

The barrel being heavier, it started down once more
And landed right on top of me as I lay on 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.

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10 thoughts on “Happy Saint Patrick’s Day

  1. This isn’t Jason but his wife Vanessa. I saw your comment on The Confessing Baptist post and come over to check out your blog. Then I became a stalker and checked out your instagram and realized we must live pretty close to you because we LOVE the museum you posted pictures of you guys at. Total stalker I know… Anyway just wanted to say hi and I’m glad you put your blog link on that post
    Vanessa Delgado

    • Hi Vanessa! I take your stalking as a compliment! In fact, it totally cracked me up because the minute I commented on Jason’s article I was overcome with a huge amount of self doubt. You can write for years and years and still feel like you hope no one ever reads it. Why are we creatures so strange? Anyway, your comment was very encouraging. 🙂 Made my day!
      I grew up in Fort Worth and now live in Mansfield down near Heritage Baptist Church which is where we’re members. My husband is Price Jones. I’m pretty sure our husbands went to the Baptist Symbolics Course in December together. I found Jason’s blog via my Dad, Larry Vincent. He sent me the link.
      So…it’s a small Reformed Baptist world, right?
      I’m not on Instagram as much as I would like to be. There are so many social media choices out there that I could catalog my whole life on them without ever living life. But, I do love Instagram.
      Thanks for stopping by, reading, and stalking! I really appreciate it!

      • Ha, my wife hijacked my account… gotta set her straight! ;P
        Yes, I’ve always wanted to talk to your husband, more than just saying hi, but he seems very very quiet (which is fine).
        Were you one of the ones their daily, at the Symbolics, that was cooking for us? Hope I said it there, but in case I didn’t, great food daily!

        • Lol. Hey Jason! Since I’m the admin on Price’s blog – Rod of Iron – I’m constantly hacking him and speaking for him. A wife has to do what a wife has to do. 😉
          Price is very quite. He pretty much comes alive when he’s preaching and then doesn’t say much again. I had several members come up to me when he started preaching who were floored cause they’d hardly ever heard him talk. I’m the talker in the family. 😉
          I was the cook that week and everyone was very complimentary, so thank you and you’re welcome. I hope no one heard the whispers of frustration as everything that could go wrong went wrong most days. That was a crazy week and we had Jim Renihan staying with us, as well. But it was fun. And was it just me, or were there a lot of Jasons there?
          Glad to connect with you and Vanessa online. It would be great to connect in person!

    • Hey! Sorry I had writing group this morning and had to pull myself away from the computer. We aren’t going to family camp this year, though I very much wanted to. We are going to the ARBCA-GA the following week and my husband could only take off so much time after being sick in Dec and January. I hope we can make it next year. 🙂

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