Lyrics:

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, hair coats and fears
Bound up in shut ring jam
I was tall and true, all of six foot two
They broke me across the back
By name I'm known, it's not my own
They call me Cricket Jack
I've seen men old before their time
Their faces lined and grey
I never thought so soon would mine
Be lined in the self 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
By name I'm known, it's not my own
They call me Cricket Jack
By name I'm known, it's not my own
They call me Cricket Jack