Crooked Jack 

(Traditional; arranged by Seven Nations) 



Come on Irishmen both young and old 

With adventure in your soul 

There are better ways to spend your days 

Then by working down a hole 



I was tall and true all of 6 foot 2 

Til they broke me across my back 

By a name I'm known that is not my own 

For they call me crooked Jack 



And 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 



For I've seen men old before their time 

Their faces worn and gray 

But I never thought that I myself 

Would soon be the self same way 



And they say that honest toil is good 

For the body and the soul 

But I'll tell you boys it's for sweat and blood 

That they want you down the hole