Every morning at seven o'clock There were twenty tarriers a-drilling in the rock And the boss comes along and he says keep still And come down heavy on the cast iron drill
And drill ye tarriers drill Drill ye tarriers drill Well it's work all day for the sugar in your tay Down behind the railway And drill ye tarriers drill And blast, and fire
The boss was a fine man down to the ground And he married a lady six feet 'round She baked good bread and she baked it well But she baked it harder than the hobs in Hell
The new foreman was Jim McCann By God he was a blamed mean man Last week a premature blast went off A mile in the air went big Jim Goff
When next payday came around Jim Goff a dollar short was found When he asked, "What for?" came this reply "You've been docked for the time you was up in the sky"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
