Am Every morning at seven o’clock E7 There are twenty tarriers drilling at the rock Am And the boss come along and he said, Keep still E7 And come down heavy on the cast-iron drill Am E7 Am And drill, ye tarriers, drill G Am And drill, ye tarriers, drill C For it’s work all day for the sugar in yer tay E7 Down behind the old railway Am E Am And drill, ye tarriers, drill. And blast - and fire! Our new foreman is Jimmy McCann By God he is a blame mean man One day a premature blast went off And a mile in the air went big Jim Gough When next pay day came around Jim Gough 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 Our boss is a good man down to the ground And he married a lady six feet round She bakes good bread and she bakes it well But she bakes it hard as the holes in Hell