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DRILL YE TARRIERS DRILL Every morning about seven o'clock There were twenty tarriers drilling at the rock The boss comes along and he says, "Keep still And bear down heavy on the cast iron drill" And drill, ye tarriers, drill Drill, ye tarriers, drill For it's work all day for the sugar in you tay Down beyond 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" @work recorded here by Richard Dyer-Bennet, but remembered from "Sing Along with Mitch" filename[ DRILLTAR TUNE FILE: DRILLTAR CLICK TO PLAY SOF |
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