Lyrics:

Ev'ry mornin' at seven o'clock
There were twenty tarriers a-drillin' in the rock
And the boss come along, and he says, 'Keep still
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 hard as the holds in Hell

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 new foreman was Gene McCann
By God he was a plain mean man
Last week a premature blast went off
A mile in the air went big Jim Goff

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

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'

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

Drill, ye tarriers, drill