Crooked Jack

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Come Irishmen both young and stern,
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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.

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I was tall and true all of six foot two
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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.

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I've seen men old before their time,
their faces drawn and grey.
I never thought so soon would mine,
be lined the self same way.

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Flötensolo

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I've cursed the day that I went away
to work on the hydro dams.
For sweat and tears or hopes and fears
bound up in shuttering jams.

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They say, that honest toil is good,
for the spirit and the soul,
but believe me boys, it's for sweat and blood
they want you down that hole.

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(Noten)   (Midi)


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