Drill Ye Tarriers, Drill

Every  morning at seven o'clock
There be twenty tarriers drilling at the rock
and The boss comes around and says, "Keep still,
an bear ye down heavy on the cast iron drill.
And drill, ye tarriers, drill"
     
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Drill, ye tarriers, drill
Sure its 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 God, he was a Damn Mean 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 comes around
Jim Goff a whole dollar short was found
When asked "Wut For?" came this reply
"You was docked for the time you were floatin 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 harder than the hobs of hell
Well drill, ye tarriers, drill

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And drill, ye tarriers, drill