Traditional - As sung by Captain Jesse Schaffer
Ships may come and ships may go, as long as the seas do roll.
And a sailor lad, just like his dad, he loves his rum and bowl.
A lass ashore, he do adore, a woman who's plump and round.
But when your money's all gone it's the same old song,
"Get up Jack, John sit down."
Come along, come along, me jolly brave boys,
There's plenty more grog in the jar.
We'll plow the briny ocean with a jolly rovin' tar.
When Jack's ashore he'll make his way, to some old boarding house.
He's welcomed in with rum and gin, likewise with fork and Scousea.
And he'll spend and spend and never offend, 'til he lies drunk on the ground.
But when your money's all gone it's the same old song,
"Get up Jack, John sit down."
Come along, come along, me jolly brave boys,
There's plenty more grog in the jar.
We'll plow the briny ocean with a jolly rovin' tar.
Then Jack will slip aboard a ship bound for India or Japan.
In Asia there, the ladies fair, all love a sailor man.
He'll go ashore and he won't scorn, to buy some maid a gown.
But when your money's all gone it's the same old song,
"Get up Jack, John sit down."
Come along, come along, me jolly brave boys,
There's plenty more grog in the jar.
We'll plow the briny ocean with a jolly rovin' tar.
When Jack is worn and weather-beat, too old to sail about.
They'll let him stop in some grog shop, 'til 8 bells call him out.
Then he'll raise hands high and loud he'll cry, "Thank God I'm homeward bound"
But when your money's all gone it's the same old song,
"Get up Jack, John sit down."
Come along, come along, me jolly brave boys,
There's plenty more grog in the jar.
We'll plow the briny ocean with a jolly rovin' tar.