Jolly Roving Tar

Ships may come and ships may go As long as the sea does roll But sailor lad just like his dad He loves the flowing bowl Oh, women on shore he does adore A girl who's plump and round And your money's all gone It's the same old song "Get up, Jack! John, sit down!" Come along, come along Your jolly brave boys There's plenty more grog in the jar We'll plough the briny ocean line With the jolly roving tar When Jack ashore, he'll make his way To same old boarding house He's welcomed in with rum and gin Likewise with pork and scouse He'll spend and spend and never offend Till he lies drunk on the ground When his money all gone It's the same old song "Get up, Jack! John, sit down!" Come along, come along Your jolly brave boys There's plenty more grog in the jar We'll plough the briny ocean line With the jolly roving tar Then Jack will slip aboard some ship Bound for a India or Japan Then in Asia there, the ladies fair They all love a sailor man He'll go ashore And he'll not scorn to buy some girls a gown When is money all gone It's the same old song "Get up, Jack! Jhon, sit down!" Come along, come along Your jolly brave boys There's plenty more grog in the jar We'll plough the briny ocean line With the jolly roving tar When Jack is whine and weather-beat Too old to cruise about They'll let him stop in some rum shop Till eight bells calls him out Then he'll raise his hand high And loud he'll cry "Thank Christ! I'm homeward bound!" But is money's all gone It's the same old song "Get up, Jack! John, sit down!" Come along, come along Your jolly brave boys There's plenty more grog in the jar We'll plough the briny ocean line With the jolly roving tar