When they dock your pay for a taking a break from work

I think I’ve worked for Jim McCann. Have you?

Drill, ye tarriers, drill

Well you work all day for the sugar in your tay

Down beyond the railway

And drill, ye tarriers, drill

And blast, and fire.

 

Now our new foreman was Jim McCann

By golly, he was a blinkin’ man

Last week a premature blast went off

And a mile in the sky went big Jim Goff.

And drill, ye tarriers, drill

 

And when next payday came around

Jim Goff a dollar short was found

When asked the reason came this reply

“You were docked for the time you were up in the sky.”

And drill, ye tarriers, drill

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