G                 D          G               D
I'm a man of the road, and I got no fixed abode,
   G            C      D 
No stranger to hard times.
G                   D         G                   D
What I own is on my back, and they call me Crooked Jack,
      G       C              D
What you see is what you find.
     Em                   C          G           D
Well I've had my share of luck and happiness,
  Em                 C                G         D
On many a feathered bed I've been undressed,
  Em                C                G         D
A'hundred girls I asked a'hundred times,
 Em              C                  G          D          
Won't you come with me won't you be mine,

Chorus
G                     Bm       C                   G
Through Ireland we'll roam, Through Ireland we'll roam,
     C                 G                 C              D     
And if you won't come with me then I'll travel all alone,
 G                     Bm         C                G
Through Ireland we'll roam, Through Ireland we'll roam,
 G                C         D      NC
No time for turning back, Crooked Jack.