Early in the morning at seven o'clock There are twenty tarriers drilling at the rock The boss comes around and he says, "Keep still, Come down heavy on your cast iron drill. And drill, ye tarriers, drill"
Chorus: Drill, ye tarriers, drill Well you work all day for the sugar in your tay Down beyond the railway And drill, ye tarriers, drill And blast, and fire.
Now our new foreman was Jim McCann By golly, he was a blinkin' man Last week a premature blast went off And a mile in the sky went big Jim Goff. And drill, ye tarriers, drill
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And when next payday came around Jim Goff a dollar short was found When asked the reason came this reply "You were docked for the time you were up in the sky." And drill, ye tarriers, drill
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Now the boss was a fine man down to the ground And he married a lady six feet 'round She baked good bread and she baked it well But she baked it as the holes in ..... Well drill, ye tarriers, drill