| Ships may come and ships may go As long as the sea does roll.
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| Each sailor lad just like his dad,
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| He loves the flowing bowl.
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| A trip on shore he does adore
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| With a girl who’s nice and round.
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| When the money’s gone
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| It’s the same old song,
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| «Get up Jack! |
| John, sit down!»
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| CHORUS:
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| Come along, come along, You jolly brave boys,
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| There’s lots of grog in the jar.
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| We’ll plough the briny ocean
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| With the jolly roving tar.
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| When Jack comes in, it’s then he’ll steer
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| To some old boarding house.
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| They’ll welcome him with rum and gin,
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| And feed him on pork scouse.
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| He’ll lend, spend and he’ll not offend
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| Till he’s lyin' drunk on the ground
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| When the money’s gone
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| It’s the same old song,
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| «Get up Jack! |
| John, sit down!»
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| CHORUS
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| Jack, he then, oh then he’ll sail
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| Bound down for Newfoundland
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| All the ladies fair in Placentia there
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| They love that sailor man.
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| He’ll go to shore out on a tear
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| And he’ll buy some girl a gown.
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| When the money’s gone
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| It’s the same old song,
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| «Get up Jack! |
| John, sit down!»
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| CHORUS
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| When Jack gets old and weatherbeat,
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| Too old to roam about,
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| They’ll let him stop in some rum shop
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| Till eight bells calls him out.
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| Then he’ll raise his eyes up to the skies,
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| Sayin' «Boys, we’re homeward bound.»
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| When the money’s gone
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| It’s the same old song,
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| «Get up Jack! |
| John, sit down!»
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| CHORUS |