Come Irishmen both young and stern,
with adventure in your soul.
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There are better ways to spend your days
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than in working down a hole.
I was tall and true all of six foot two
they broke me across the back.
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By a name I'm known and it's not my own
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they call me the Crooked Jack.
The gangers blue eyed boy I was
Big Jack could do no wrong,
And the reason simply was because
I could work hard hours and long.
I've seen men old before their
their faces drawn and grey.
I never thought so soon would mine,
be lined the self same way.
I've cursed the day that I went
to work on the hydro dams.
For sweat and tears or hopes and fears
bound up in shuttering jams.
They say, that honest toil is
for the spirit and the soul,
but believe me boys, it's for sweat and blood
they want you down that hole.