Drill Ye Terriers

Words & Music:

Thomas F. Casey (1888)

 

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Every mornin' 'bout seven o'clock,

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There were twenty terriers a-workin' on the rock.

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The boss comes along and he says, "Keep still!

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And come down heavy on the cast-iron drill!"

 

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And drill ye terriers, drill,

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Drill ye terriers, drill.

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For it's work all day for the sugar in your tay,

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Down behind the railway.

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And drill ye terriers, drill.

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And blast, and fire.

 

Our boss was a fine man to the ground,

But he married a lady six-feet 'round.

She baked good bread and she baked it well.

But she baked it hard as the holes in hell.

 

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Our new foreman was Jim McCann.

By God, he was a damn mean man.

Last week a premature blast went off.

A mile in the sky went big Jim Goff.

 

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The next time payday came around,

A dollar short Jim Goff was found.

When he asked what for came this reply,

"You're docked for the time you was up in the sky."

 

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