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