Every morn at sven o'clock

There's twenty terriers drilling on the rock

And the boss comes round and he says to the (?)

"Come down hard on the cast-iron (?)"

And drille terriers, drille."

Drille terriers, drille

For it's work all day

For the sugar in your tea

Down behind the railway

And drille terriers, drille

Now our boss is Jim McCann

My guardian's the (??)

(?)

(?)

Drille terriers, drille

For it's work all day

For the sugar in your tea

Down behind the railway

And drille terriers, drille

Drille terriers, drille

For it's work all day

For the sugar in your tea

Down behind the railway

And drille terriers, drille

Finally pay day came around

A dollar short - Jim was found

When he asked why, came this reply:

"You were docked for the time

You spent up in the sky."

Drille terriers, drille

For it's work all day

For the sugar in your tea

Down behind the railway

And drille terriers, drille

Drille terriers, drille

For it's work all day

For the sugar in your tea

Down behind the railway

And drille terriers, drille

And blast

And fire