Now,
every morning at seven o 'clock,
there's twenty terriers a
-workin' on the rock.
The boss comes along and he says,
Cape still,
and come down heavy on the cast -iron drill.
A brilliant tarrier's drill,
and brilliant tarrier's drill
For it's work all day
for the sugar in your tay
Down behind the railway,
and brilliant tarrier's drill
And blast, and fire
Now the boss was a good man
down to the ground
And he married a lady six foot round
She baked good bread
and she baked it well
But she baked it hard as the holes in hell
And really, Terry, it's drill
For it's work all day,
for the sugaring you take
Down behind the railway
And really, Terry, it's drill
And blast, and fire
Well, now, our new foreman
was Gene McCann
By God, he was a blaming man
Last week a premature blast went off
And a mile in the air went big Jim Goff
And drill, ye terrious drill
And drill, ye terrious drill
For it's work all day
for the sugar in your tay
Down behind the railway
And drill, ye terrious drill
And blast and fire
Well, the next time
payday came around,
Jim Goff a dollar short was found.
When asked what for came this reply,
You was docked for the time
you was up in the sky.
Andriy Taryas drill,
Andriy Taryas drill,
For it's work all day,
full of sugar in your chain,
Down behind the railway,
Andriy Taryas drill.
And blast, and fire! now.