Every morning about seven o'clock
There's twenty tarriers working on a rock
And the boss comes by and he says, "Keep still
And come 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
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

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 foreman's name was John McCann
By golly, he was a blamed mean man
Last week a premature blast went off
And a mile in the air went big Jim Goff

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

When next payday came around
Jim Goff a dollar short was found
When he asked, "What for?" came this reply
"You're docked for the time you were up in the sky"

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