Puisqu'il faut dire, puisqu'il faut parler de soi
Puisque ton coeur ne br󬥠plus comme autrefois
Mê­¥ si l'amour, je crois, ne se dit pas
Mais puisqu'il faut parler alors é£Ã‚¯ute-moi

Mais je n'ai que mon â­¥
Pour te parler de moi
Oh juste mon â­¥
Mon â­¥ et ma voix
Si fragiles flammes
Au bout de mes doigts
D鲩soires armes
Pour parler de moi

Mê­¥ si tu dis que je fai

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

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