Traditional - As sung by the Sons of the Buccaneers
Come along, come along, you jolly brave boys,
There's lots of grog in the jar.
We'll plow the briny ocean with a jolly rovin' tar.
Now ships may come and ships may go, as long as the sea does roll.
The sailor lad, just like his dad, he loves the flowin' bowl.
Well a trip ashore he does adore, and a gal that's plump and round.
When the money's gone it's the same old song,
"Get up Jack, John sit down!"
Come along, come along, you jolly brave boys,
There's lots of grog in the jar.
We'll plow the briny ocean with a jolly rovin' tar.
He then will sail aboard some ship for India or Japan,
In Asia there the ladies fair love the sailor man.
He'll go ashore out on a tear and he'll buy some girl a gown.
When the money's gone it's the same old song,
"Get up Jack, John sit down!"
When Jack's ashore he beats his way to some old boarding house.
He's a-welcomed in with a-rum and gin, likewise with port and souse.
He'll lend and spend and not offend, until he's lying drunk on the ground.
When the money's gone it's the same old song,
"Get up Jack, John sit down!"
When Jack gets worn and weather beat, too old to knock about,
In some grog shop they'll let him stop till eight bells calls him out.
He'll raise his eyes up to the skies sayin', "Boys, how we're homeward bound."
When the money's gone it's the same old song,
"Get up Jack, John sit down!"