Crooked Jack

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 that I went away

To work on the hydro dam

Blood, sweat and tears, our hopes and fears

Bound up in shuttering jams

I was tall and true, all of six-foot-two

They broke me across the back

My name I'm known, it's not my own

They call me Crooked Jack

I've seen men old before their time

Their faces lined and gray

I never thought so soon would mine

Be lined in itself same way

So 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 was tall and true, all of six-foot-two

They broke me across the back

My name I'm known, it's not my own

They call me Crooked Jack

My name I'm known, it's not my own

They call me Crooked Jack