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