Every morn at sven o`clock
There`s twenty terriers drilling on the rock
And the boss comes round and he says to the (?)
Come down hard on the cast-iron (?)
And drille terriers, drille.
Drille terriers, drille
For it`s work all day
For the sugar in your tea
Down behind the railway
And drille terriers, drille
Now our boss is Jim McCann
My guardian`s the (??)
(?)
(?)
Drille terriers, drille
For it`s work all day
For the sugar in your tea
Down behind the railway
And drille terriers, drille
Drille terriers, drille
For it`s work all day
For the sugar in your tea
Down behind the railway
And drille terriers, drille
Finally pay day came around
A dollar short - Jim was found
When he asked why, came this reply:
You were docked for the time
You spent up in the sky.
Drille terriers, drille
For it`s work all day
For the sugar in your tea
Down behind the railway
And drille terriers, drille
Drille terriers, drille
For it`s work all day
For the sugar in your tea
Down behind the railway
And drille terriers, drille
And blast
And fire