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