13.
TARRIERS' SONG

Every morning at seven o'clock 
There's twenty tarriers a-working
  at the rock,
And the boss comes round and he says
"Keep still, and bear down heavy
  with the cast iron drill." and

CHORUS:
Drill, ye tarriers, drill,
Drill, ye tarriers, drill.
For it's work all day for the sugar
  in your tay
Down behind the railway.
And drill, ye tarriers, drill.
And blast, -- and fire.

Now our foreman was Tim McCann,
By God, he was a blame mean man;
Last week a premature blast went off,
And a mile in the air went big
  Jim Goff.

CHORUS:

Next time pay day comes around,
Jim Goff a dollar short was found;
When asked, "What for?" came this
  reply;
"You was docked for the time you was
  up in the sky."

CHORUS:
 

CASEY JONES

The workers on the S.P.* line to
  strike sent out a call,
But Casey Jones, the engineer, he
  wouldn't strike at all.
His boiler, it was leaking, and its
  drivers on the bum,
And his engine and its bearings
  they were all out of plumb.

CHORUS:
Casey Jones kept his junk pile
  running,
Casey Jones was working double time.
Casey Jones got a wooden medal
For being good and faithful to the 
  S.P. line.

* S.P. - Southern Pacific

The workers said to Casey "Won't you 
  help us win this strike?"
But Casey said, "Let me alone, you'd
  better take a hike."
Then Casey's wheezy engine ran right
  off the worn out track.
And Casey hit the river with an awful
  crack.
Casey Jones hit the river bottom;
Casey Jones broke his blooming spine,
Casey Jones was an Angeleno,
He took a trip to heaven on the S.P.
  line.

CHORUS:

When Casey Jones got up to heaven to
  the Pearly Gate.
He said "I'm Casey Jones, the guy
  that pulled the S.P. freight."
"You're just the man," said Peter;
  "our musicians went on strike.
You can get a job a-scabbing any time
  you like."
Casey Jones got a job in heaven;
Casey Jones was doing mighty fine;
Casey Jones went scabbing on the
  angels,
Just as he did to workers on the S.P.
  line.

CHORUS:

The angels got together, and they said
  it wasn't fair.
For Casey Jones to go around a-scabbin'
  everywhere.
The Angels Union Number twenty three,
  they sure were there,
And they promptly fired Casey down
  the Golden Stair:
Casey Jones went to Hell a-flying
"Casey Jones" the Devil said "oh,
  fine,"
"Casey Jones, get busy shoveling
  sulfur,
That's what you get for scabbing on
  the S.P. line."

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