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Drill Ye Tarriers
(Traditional)

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Every mornin' 'bout seven o'clock, There were
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twenty tarriers a-workin' on the rock. The boss
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comes along and he says, "Keep still! And come
down heavy on the cast-iron drill!"
[chorus]:
    AmEAmAm
    And drill ye tarriers, drill, Drill ye
    GAmAm
    tarriers, drill. For it's work all day
    EE
    for the sugar in your tay, Down behind
    AmE
    the railway. And drill ye tarriers,
    AmEAmEAm
    drill. And blast, and fire.
Am
Our boss was a fine man to the ground, But he
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married a lady six-feet 'round. She baked good
     
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bread and she baked it well. But she baked it
hard as the holes in hell.
[chorus]
AmE
Our new foreman was Jim McCann. By God, he was a
Am
damn mean man. Last week a premature blast went
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off. A mile in the sky went big Jim Goff.
[chorus]
AmE
The next time payday came around, A dollar short
Am
Jim Goff was found. When he asked what for came
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this reply, "You're docked for the time you was
up in the sky."
[chorus]

Drill Ye Tarriers                                 
(Traditional)                                     
                                                  
Every mornin' 'bout seven o'clock, There were     
twenty tarriers a-workin' on the rock. The boss   
comes along and he says, "Keep still! And come    
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, Down behind        
    the railway. And drill ye tarriers,           
    drill. And blast, and fire.                   
                                                  
Our boss was a fine man to the ground, But he     
married a lady six-feet 'round. She baked good    
bread and she baked it well. But she baked it     
hard as the holes in hell.                        
                                                  
[chorus]                                          
                                                  
Our new foreman was Jim McCann. By God, he was a  
damn mean man. Last week a premature blast went   
off. A mile in the sky went big Jim Goff.         
                                                  
[chorus]                                          
                                                  
The next time payday came around, A dollar short  
Jim Goff was found. When he asked what for came   
this reply, "You're docked for the time you was   
up in the sky."                                   
                                                  
[chorus]