Oh every morn at seven o'clock.
There's 20 tarriers on the rock.
The boss comes along and he says
Be still and put all your power on the cast steel drill.
Drill ye tarriers drill.
Drill ye tarriers drill.
For it's work all day without sugar in your tea.
Working on the railway.
And drill ye tarriers drill.
And drill.
And drill.
The new foreman was Jim McCann.
My God, he was a damn mean man.
Last week a premature blast went off.
And a mile in the air went Big Jim Goff.
Drill ye tarriers drill.
Drill ye tarriers drill.
For it's work all day without sugar in your tea.
Working on the railway.
And drill ye tarriers drill.
And drill.
And drill.
When payday next it came around.
Poor Jim's pay was a buck short he found.
What for? says he than this reply...
Voice: You were docked for the time you were up in the sky.
Drill ye tarriers drill.
Drill ye tarriers drill.
For it's work all day without sugar in your tea.
Working on the railway.
And drill ye tarriers drill.
And drill.
AND DRILL!