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Crooked Jack

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Crooked Jack Guitar Chords And Lyrics. Written by Dominic Behan, This song describes the hardship endured by The Irish and Scottish men while working on The Hydro Electric Plant at Inverary Argill Scotland,  The tune of the song is a slow version of ''Star Of The County Down'' Written in 1965, the term ''Ganger'' is used in the song and describes a sort of foreman on a building site who is in charge of a group of men, for example you'd have a gang of men looking after concrete and the man in charge would be ''A Ganger Man''.  Recorded by Al O'Donnell who began his interest in folk singing from listening to the great Ewan McColl.

[Em]Come Irishmen both [G]young and [D]stern
With ad[Em]venture in your [D]soul
There are[Em] better ways to [G]spend your [D]days
Than in [Em]working [D]down a [Em]hole
 
I was tall and true, all of six foot two
But they broke me across the back
By a name I'm known and it's not my own
They call me Crooked Jack

The ganger's blue-eyed boy was I
Big Jack could do no wrong
And the reason simply was because
I could work hard hours and long

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

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

They say that honest toil is good
For the spirit and the soul
But believe me boys it's for sweat and blood
That they want you down a hole
 

   
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