De shantymen
Ev’ry morning ‘bout Seven o’clock
There were twenty tarriers drdling at ihe rock
The boss comes along and he says.
“Keep still and bear down heavy on the cast iron drill”
Refrein:
And drill, ye tarrers, drill
Drill, ye tarriers drill
For it’s work all day for the sugar in you 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
Sire baked good bread and she baked it well
But she baked it harder than the hobs of Hell
Refrein:
The foreman’s name was John McCann
By God. he was a blamed mean man
Last week a premature blast went off
And a mile in the air went big Jim Goff
Refrein:
And when next payday came around
Jirn Goff a dollar short was found
When he asked, “ What for?” carne this reply
“You were docked for the time you were up in the sky”