The song Crooked Jack - at least John Doyle's version - gives me goosebumps every time I listen to it. And I've been listening to it multiple times. I have no idea why I have such a strong reaction to it, being non-Irish and non-male and non-down-a-hole-working.
Believe me, boys, it's for sweat and blood that they want you down that hole...
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