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One of the many songs written by prolific Irish songwriter and political activist, Dominic Behan. It speaks of the terrible conditions and the harsh toll on the body suffered by many Irish workmen. I learned this one through oral tradition as a fast song good for singing at the pub, but after recently hearing a much more mournful and dirge-like take on it, I wanted to experiment with mixing the two styles by using a slow, almost a capella introduction. --- Check out music live-streams on my Twitch TV channel: / bard_mk If you enjoy my music, please visit my Patreon page and consider becoming a patron of the arts! Support my music at Patreon: / michaelkelly Get the MP3 of this song (and others) here: / shop Album MP3's available through BandCamp: http://michaelkellymusic.bandcamp.com... Or if you feel like buying the musician a beer without any long-term commitment, here's my tip jar: https://streamlabs.com/bard_mk --- "CROOKED JACK" - written by Dominic Behan Come on Irishmen both young and bold 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 And I, the ganger's blue-eyed son, Big Jack could do no wrong And the simple reason was because I could work hard hours and long I've seen men old before their day Their faces worn and gray But I never thought that I myself Would soon look the self same way And they say that honest toil is good For the body and the soul But I'll tell you lads, it's for sweat and blood That they want you down that hole