The Tarriers Song

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"