| 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
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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."
CHORUS:
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