Every morning at seven o'clock
There were twenty tarriers a-drilling in the rock
And the boss comes along and he says keep still
And come down heavy on the cast iron drill
And drill ye tarriers drill
Drill ye tarriers drill
Well it's work all day for the sugar in your tay
Down behind 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 in Hell
The new foreman was Jim McCann
By God he was a blamed mean man
Last week a premature blast went off
A mile in the air went big Jim Goff
When next payday came around
Jim Goff a dollar short was found
When he asked: What for? Came this reply
You've been docked for the time you was up in the sky
