Lyric Drille Terriers

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