Drill Ye Tarriers, Drill
Thomas F. Casey, 1888· Songs Well-Known in America · p.88
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Early in the morning at seven o'clock
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There are twenty tarriers a drilling at the rock,
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And the boss comes around and he says "Keep still!
A7
And come down heavy on your cast iron drill."
Chorus:
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And drill ye tarriers drill.
C Dm
Drill ye tarriers drill.
Well you work all day for the sugar in your tay
Down behind the railway
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And drill ye tarriers drill, and blast and fire.
Now our new foreman was Jim McGann,
By golly, he was, a blame mean man
Last week a premature blast went off,
And a mile in the sky went Big Jim Goff.
Now when next payday comes 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."
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 hard as the holes in hell.