Crooked Jack Lyrics
Crooked Jack - The Blarney Lads
Come Irishmen
Both young and stern
With adventure in your soul
There are better ways to spend your days
Than in working down a hole
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
I was tall and true all of six foot two
But they broke me across the back
By a name I'm known
It's not my own
They call me crooked jack
I've seen men old
Before their time
Their faces drawn and gray
I never thought so soon would mine
Be lined the self same way
So come Irishmen
Both young and stern
With adventure in your soul
There are better ways to spend your days
Than in working down a hole
I was tall and true all of six foot two
But they broke me across the back
By a name I'm known
It's not my own
They call me crooked jack
By a name I'm known
It's not my own
They call me crooked jack