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"

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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

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And drill, ye tarriers, drill

Writer : THOMAS CASEY, EMILY CROCKER
Copyright : Lyrics © HAL LEONARD CORPORATION