Every morning at seven o'clock
There were twenty tarriers a workin' at the rock
The boss comes along and he says, "Keep still
And bear down heavy on the cast iron drill."

Chorus:
And drill, ye tarriers, drill
Drill, ye tarriers, drill
For it's work all day for the sugar in your tay (tea)
Down beyond the railway
And drill, ye tarriers, drill
And blast and fire!

The foreman's name was John McCann
By gosh, 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...

And when next payday it came around
Jim Goff a dollar short was found
When he asked, "What for?" came this reply
"You were docked for the time you were up in the sky!"
And drill, ye tarriers, drill...