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Thomas F. Casey
|Early in the morning at seven o'clock|
|There are||twenty tarriers a drilling at the rock,|
|And the||boss comes around and he says "Keep still!|
|And c||ome down heavy on your cast iron drill."|
|And d||rill ye||tarriers,||drill.|
Well you work all day for the sugar in your tay
Down behind the railway
|And d||rill ye||tarriers||drill,|
And blast and fire.
Now our new foreman was Jim McGann,
By golly, he was, a blame mean man
Last week a premature blast went off,
And a mile in the sky went Big Jim Goff.
Now when next payday comes around,
Jim Goff a dollar short was found,
When asked the reason, came this reply,
"You were docked for the time you were up in the sky."
Now 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 as hard as the holes in hell.