Em G D Come Irishmen both young and stern
Em D With adventure in your soul
Em G D There are better ways to spend your days
Em Am Em Than in working down a hole
G D I was tall and true, all of 6
foot 2
Em D But they broke me across the
back
Em G D By a name I'm known and
it's not my own
Em Am Em They call me Crooked Jack
Em G D The ganger's blue-eyed boy was I
Em D Big Jack could do no wrong
Em G D And the reason simply was because
Em Am Em I could work hard hours and long
Em G D I've seen men old before their time
Em D Their faces drawn and gray
Em G D I never thought so soon would mine
Em Am Em Be lined the self same way
Em G D I've cursed the day that I went away
Em D To work on the hydro dams
Em G D For sweat and tears or hopes and fears
Em Am Em Bound up in shuttering jams
Em G D They say that honest toil is good
Em D For the spirit and the soul
Em G D But believe me boys it's for sweat and blood
Em Am Em That they want you down a hole
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