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Drill Ye Tarriers Drill Lyrics Every morning about seven o'clock There's a hundred tarriers a workin at the rock The boss comes along and he says, "Keep still And come down heavy on the cast iron drill." Chorus And drill, ye tarriers, drill Drill, ye tarriers, drill For it's work all day for the sugar in you tay Down beside 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 of Hell. The foreman's name was John McCann By God, he was a blamed mean man Last week a premature blast went off And a mile in the air went big Jim Goff. And when next payday came around Jim Goff 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." Tarriers live on work and sweat There ain't no tarrier got rich yet Sleep and work, then work some more And we'll drill right through to the devil's door."