Lyrics
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"
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
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
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
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 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
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
And drill, ye tarriers, drill
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"
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
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
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
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 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
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
And drill, ye tarriers, drill
