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
   Oh God he is a great big man
   (?)
   (?)
  
   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
   nAd 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