CROOKED JACK

Come on Irish men, both young and old,
with adventure in your soul,
there are better ways to spend your days,
than by working down a hole...

(Chorus:) Tall and true, I was six foot two,
till they broke me across my back,
by a name I'm known that's not my own,
for they call me Crooked Jack.

Oh I curse the day I went away,
to work on those hydro dams,
all our sweat and tears, our hopes and fears
bound up with shuttering jams...
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For I've seen men old before their day,
their faces old and gray,
but I never thought that I myself
would soon be the selfsame way....
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Oh they say that honest toil is good
for the body and the soul,
but I tell you boys,
it's for sweat and blood,
that they want you down the hole....
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(This was recorded by Seven Nations, and is Traditional, according to the liner notes)