作词 : Traditional
Ships may come and ships may goAs long as the sea does roll.Each sailor lad just like his dad,He loves the flowing bowl.A trip on shore he does adoreWith a girl who's nice and round.When the money's goneIt's the same old song,"Get up Jack! John, sit down!"CHORUS:Come along, come along, You jolly brave boys,There's lots of grog in the jar.We'll plough the briny oceanWith the jolly roving tar.When Jack comes in, it's then he'll steerTo some old boarding house.They'll welcome him with rum and gin,And feed him on pork scouse.He'll lend, spend and he'll not offendTill he's lyin' drunk on the groundWhen the money's goneIt's the same old song,"Get up Jack! John, sit down!"CHORUSJack, he then, oh then he'll sailBound down for NewfoundlandAll the ladies fair in Placentia thereThey love that sailor man.He'll go to shore out on a tearAnd he'll buy some girl a gown.When the money's goneIt's the same old song,"Get up Jack! John, sit down!"CHORUSWhen Jack gets old and weatherbeat,Too old to roam about,They'll let him stop in some rum shopTill eight bells calls him out.Then he'll raise his eyes up to the skies,Sayin' "Boys, we're homeward bound."When the money's goneIt's the same old song,"Get up Jack! John, sit down!"CHORUS