DRILL YE TARRIERS DRILL



Every morning about seven o'clock

There were twenty tarriers drilling at the rock

The boss comes along and he says, "Keep still

And bear down heavy on the cast iron drill"



And drill, ye tarriers, drill

Drill, ye tarriers, drill

For it's work all day for the sugar in you tay

Down beyond the railway

And drill, ye tarriers, drill

And blast, and fire



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



The foreman's name was John McCann

By God, he was a blamed mean man

Last week a premature blast went off

And a mile in the air went big Jim Goff



And when next payday came around

Jim Goff a dollar short was found

When he asked, "What for?" came this reply

"You were docked for the time you were up in the sky"



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recorded here by Richard Dyer-Bennet, but remembered from "Sing

Along with Mitch"

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