Painting the Hall

A group of local folk and I went one day to do some maintenance work on the local village hall, I was mostly painting the outside. While I was up a ladder painting, it got quite boring so I decided to write a song about it in my head. I've never written a song halfway up a ladder before! As soon as we were finnished at the hall I rushed for a piece of paper and a pen to write it down while I could still remember it. On that peice of paper there are green marks from paint that was still wet on my hands!
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Verse I
I spent all the day going up and down a ladder
Pot of paint balenced on the roof I pray it doesn't fall
And the people of the village, they could not be glader
That they're not hanging from a ladder painting the hall

Painting the hall, painting the hall
I spent all day upon a ladder painting the hall

Verse II
The old hall was weathered and the walls were starting to crack
For they were made from concrete not from stone, brick or clad
So painting them was hard so I stopped for a cup of tea
And carried on painting until quarter past three

Quarter past three, quarter past three
I carried on painting until quarter past three

Verse III
The last thing I painted was the rotten window frame
Trying to paint the edges without getting it on the pane
And just as I was finnished I heard a great shout
We've run out of paint, you can go home now

Go home now, go home now
We've run out of paint, you can go home now

Verse IV
And so I went back home and the paint began to dry
Yes I went to paint it, there's no need to ask why
I got out of my boiler-suit and painting overalls
I'm just glad I'm not still up a ladder painting the hall

Painting the hall, painting the hall
I'm glad I'm not still up a ladder painting the hall

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