Every morning at seven o'clock
There are twenty tarriers drilling at the rock,
And the boss come along and he said "Keep still,
And come down heavy on the cast-iron drill"
And drill, ye tarriers, drill
For its work all day for the sugar in yer tay
Down behind the old railway,
And drill, ye tarriers, drill
And blast _ and fire!
Our new foreman is Jimmy McCann,
By God he is a blame mean man.
One day a premature blast went off
And a mile in the air went big Jim Gough.
When next pay day came around
Jim Gough 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."
Our boss is a good man down to the ground
And he married a lady six feet round.
She bakes good bread and she bakes it well
But she bakes it hard as the holes in Hell.