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Price work/ on the grip.



hod cutting the shoulder to bits.

bricks,scaffolding,ladder, planks 

Muckboard,shovel,trowel, line pins. 

Now we start building. 

 

We're on a price,bend your

backs, don't get paid 

standing around, get

them bricks in, hey you, 

If you can't pull your weight 

we don't want you,no buts.

 

All and only thing, that's matters

is, are we making any money.

Prices cut to bits, same as our life.

get that line up, fire those bricks in.

Come Friday maybe we'll get a pint,

but not if you're hanging about.







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