Lyr. Add: DRILL, YE TARRIERS, DRILL 2
Sung by Chubby Parker, 1931

Workin' all day without sugar in my tay,
Hammerin' rocks on the old railway,
The months roll by and I don't get no pay.

Drill, ye tarriers, drill.
Drill, ye tarriers, drill.

Workin' in the tunnel, shovelin' out the dirt,
I worked so hard that I wore out me shirt,
The tunnel caved in and we all got badly hurt.
Chorus

Standin' in the mud about six feet deep,
Workin' all night without a bite to eat,
Couldn't get to camp for the mud on me feet.
Chorus

I went to the river to wash out my clothes,
I laid 'em on a log where the river swiftly flows,
The log rolled in, down the river went my clothes.
Chorus

Layin' in the bunkhouse, the chills o'er me creep,
The night was cold and dark, was rainin' hail and sleet,
Everybody snorin' and I couldn't get to sleep.
Chorus

The boss's wife, she bakes pies swell,
She bakes them done and she bakes them well,
She bakes them hot as the hubs of hallelujah.
Chorus

The boss's wife, she bakes pies swell,
She bakes them done and she bakes them well,
She bakes them hot as the hubs of hallelujah.
Chorus.

This from pp. 553-554, Norm Cohen, 1981, "Long Steel Rail," Univ. Illinois Press.

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