Editorial note
An OCR-corpus incipit search plus direct review of splits 067-072 found Who Bombed Judi Bari, Where Are We Gonna Work When the Trees Are Gone, We Have Fed You All For A Thousand Years, a chorus-only page 31, Joe Hill, and Winnsboro Cotton Mill Blues instead. Printed page 33 is known from the TOC, but exact split-page placement remains unresolved pending a stronger source.
Verse 1
Every morning at seven o'clock,
There were twenty tarriers a-working at the rock,
And the boss comes along, and he says, "Keep still,
And come down heavy on the cast iron drill!"
Chorus
And drill, ye tarriers, drill! Drill, ye tarriers, drill!
Oh, it's work all day for the sugar in your tay,
Down behind the railway.
And drill, ye tarriers, drill! And blast! And fire!
Verse 2
The boss was a fine man down to the ground,
And he married a lady who was six feet round.
She baked good bread, and she baked it well.
But she baked it hard as the holes of hell!
Verse 3
Now, the new foreman was Jean McCann;
By God, he was a blamed mean man!
Last week, a premature blast went off,
And a mile in the air went big Jim Goff!
Verse 4
The next time pay day came around
Jim Goff a dollar short was found.
When he asked what for came this reply:
"You were docked for the time you were up in the sky."
Verse 5
So the tarriers struck and stood their ground,
And turned those bosses' heads around.
They won their point and double time,
Thanks to a dug-in picket line.
♪ Sheet music notation is on this page. Music data not yet extracted — OMR run pending on gg-worker.