Song | Jack Hinks |
Artist | Great Big Sea |
Album | Road Rage [live] |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Traditional | |
Ah, when Jack comes ashore | |
He's got money galore | |
And he's seldom cut short of a job | |
He can dress now as well | |
As any can tell | |
With a good silver watch in his fob | |
Poor Jack in his life | |
Was ne'er paired with a wife | |
Though sometimes with lasses he links | |
He's a seafaring sailmate | |
Can gamble and caper | |
A grog drinking hero, Jack Hinks | |
Oh, Jack Hinks | |
When inclined for to spend | |
He walks with a friend | |
And with pleasure he sits himself down | |
He tips off his glass | |
And he winks at the lass | |
And he smiles if she happens to frown | |
And like a ramblin' true blue | |
When the rent becomes due | |
On the table the money he clinks | |
He's a seafaring sailmate | |
Can gamble and caper | |
A grog drinking hero, Jack Hinks | |
Round home the other fall | |
We fell into a squall | |
Now the northermost head of Cape Freels | |
We were washed away | |
Without further delay | |
At the thought how my spirit it chills | |
We were bashed on the rocks | |
Like a hard hunted fox | |
Of death and destruction he thinks | |
He's a seafaring sailmate | |
Can gamble and caper | |
A grog drinking hero, Jack Hinks | |
Oh, Jack Hinks | |
Jack without fail | |
Was out in that same gale | |
Having drove across Bonavist Bay | |
Oh Neptune did sail | |
As he handed all sail | |
And he had his two spars cut away | |
Oh, but Providence kind so eases the wind | |
And on sailors so constantly thinks | |
He saved | |
That seafaring sailmate | |
Can gambol a caper | |
That seafaring sailmate | |
Can gamble and caper | |
That seafaring sailmate | |
Can gamble and caper | |
A grog drinking hero, Jack Hinks |
zuo ci : Traditional | |
Ah, when Jack comes ashore | |
He' s got money galore | |
And he' s seldom cut short of a job | |
He can dress now as well | |
As any can tell | |
With a good silver watch in his fob | |
Poor Jack in his life | |
Was ne' er paired with a wife | |
Though sometimes with lasses he links | |
He' s a seafaring sailmate | |
Can gamble and caper | |
A grog drinking hero, Jack Hinks | |
Oh, Jack Hinks | |
When inclined for to spend | |
He walks with a friend | |
And with pleasure he sits himself down | |
He tips off his glass | |
And he winks at the lass | |
And he smiles if she happens to frown | |
And like a ramblin' true blue | |
When the rent becomes due | |
On the table the money he clinks | |
He' s a seafaring sailmate | |
Can gamble and caper | |
A grog drinking hero, Jack Hinks | |
Round home the other fall | |
We fell into a squall | |
Now the northermost head of Cape Freels | |
We were washed away | |
Without further delay | |
At the thought how my spirit it chills | |
We were bashed on the rocks | |
Like a hard hunted fox | |
Of death and destruction he thinks | |
He' s a seafaring sailmate | |
Can gamble and caper | |
A grog drinking hero, Jack Hinks | |
Oh, Jack Hinks | |
Jack without fail | |
Was out in that same gale | |
Having drove across Bonavist Bay | |
Oh Neptune did sail | |
As he handed all sail | |
And he had his two spars cut away | |
Oh, but Providence kind so eases the wind | |
And on sailors so constantly thinks | |
He saved | |
That seafaring sailmate | |
Can gambol a caper | |
That seafaring sailmate | |
Can gamble and caper | |
That seafaring sailmate | |
Can gamble and caper | |
A grog drinking hero, Jack Hinks |
zuò cí : Traditional | |
Ah, when Jack comes ashore | |
He' s got money galore | |
And he' s seldom cut short of a job | |
He can dress now as well | |
As any can tell | |
With a good silver watch in his fob | |
Poor Jack in his life | |
Was ne' er paired with a wife | |
Though sometimes with lasses he links | |
He' s a seafaring sailmate | |
Can gamble and caper | |
A grog drinking hero, Jack Hinks | |
Oh, Jack Hinks | |
When inclined for to spend | |
He walks with a friend | |
And with pleasure he sits himself down | |
He tips off his glass | |
And he winks at the lass | |
And he smiles if she happens to frown | |
And like a ramblin' true blue | |
When the rent becomes due | |
On the table the money he clinks | |
He' s a seafaring sailmate | |
Can gamble and caper | |
A grog drinking hero, Jack Hinks | |
Round home the other fall | |
We fell into a squall | |
Now the northermost head of Cape Freels | |
We were washed away | |
Without further delay | |
At the thought how my spirit it chills | |
We were bashed on the rocks | |
Like a hard hunted fox | |
Of death and destruction he thinks | |
He' s a seafaring sailmate | |
Can gamble and caper | |
A grog drinking hero, Jack Hinks | |
Oh, Jack Hinks | |
Jack without fail | |
Was out in that same gale | |
Having drove across Bonavist Bay | |
Oh Neptune did sail | |
As he handed all sail | |
And he had his two spars cut away | |
Oh, but Providence kind so eases the wind | |
And on sailors so constantly thinks | |
He saved | |
That seafaring sailmate | |
Can gambol a caper | |
That seafaring sailmate | |
Can gamble and caper | |
That seafaring sailmate | |
Can gamble and caper | |
A grog drinking hero, Jack Hinks |