Drill Ye Tarriers Drill
This is the tune I used for filking the Potato War Song....

Am
Every morning 'bout seven o'clock
                      E7
There were twenty tarriers a-drilling at the rock
         Am
The boss comes along and he says, "Keep still
        E7
And bear down heavy on the cast iron drill"

                              Am        E7         Am
Chorus:   And its drill, ye tarriers, drill
         Am       Em       Am
And drill, ye tarriers, drill
                                                 C
For it's work all day for the sugar in your tay, down beyond the railway       tay = tea
         Am       E7        Am   E7    Am      E7  Am
And drill, ye tarriers, drill   and blast,   and fire
 

         Am
The boss was a fine man down to the ground
              E7
And he married a lady six feet 'round
         Am
She baked good bread and she baked it well
               E7
But she baked it harder than the hobs of Hell     Chorus

        Am
The foreman's name was John McCann
        E7
By God, he was a blamed mean man
         Am
Last week a premature blast went off
            E7
And a mile in the air went big Jim Goff       Chorus

        Am
And when next payday came around
         E7
Jim Goff a dollar short was found
                  Am
When he asked, "What for?" came this reply
                      E7
"You were docked for the time you were up in the sky"      Chorus
 
 

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