Seven Nations

Crooked Jack

Seven Nations


Come On Irishmen Both Young and Old 
With Adventure in Your Soul 
There Are Better Ways to Spend Your Days 
Then By Working Down a Hole 

I Was Tall and True All of 6 Foot 2 
Til They Broke Me Across My Back 
By a Name I'm Known That Is Not My Own 
For They Call Me Crooked Jack 

And I Curse the Day I Went Away 
To Work On Those Hydro Dams 
All Our Sweat and Tears Our Hopes and Fears 
Bound Up With Shuttering Jams 

For I've Seen Men Old Before Their Time 
Their Faces Worn and Gray 
But I Never Thought That I Myself 
Would Soon Be the Self Same Way 

And They Say That Honest Toil Is Good 
For the Body and the Soul 
But I'll Tell You Boys It's For Sweat and Blood 
That They Want You Down the Hole