Crooked Jack (feat. John Doyle)

Come Irishmen both young and stern
With adventure in your soul
There are better ways to spend your days
Than working down a hole

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

I was tall and true, all of 6 foot 2
‘Til they broke me across my back
By a name I'm known and it's not my own
They call me Crooked Jack

I've seen old men before their time
Their faces drawn and gray
But I never thought so soon would mine
Be lined in that self same way

I was tall and true, all of 6 foot 2
But they broke me across the back
And by a name I'm known and it's not my own
They call me Crooked Jack

They say that honest toil is good
For the body and the soul
But believe me boys it's for sweat and blood
That they want you down a hole

I was tall and true, all of 6 foot 2
But they broke me across my back
By a name I'm known, it's not my own
They call me Crooked Jack
They call me Crooked Jack