Ships may come and ships may go As long as the sea does roll. Each sailor lad just like his dad, He loves the flowing bowl. A trip on shore he does adore With a girl who's nice and round. When the money's gone It's the same old song, "Get up Jack! John, sit down!" Come along, come along, You jolly brave boys, There's lots of grog in the jar. We'll plough the briny ocean With the jolly roving tar. When Jack comes in, it's then he'll steer To 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 offend Till he's lyin' drunk on the ground When the money's gone It's the same old song, "Get up Jack! John, sit down!" Come along, come along, You jolly brave boys, There's lots of grog in the jar. We'll plough the briny ocean With the jolly roving tar. Jack, he then, oh then he'll sail Bound down for Newfoundland All the ladies fair in Placentia there They love that sailor man. He'll go to shore out on a tear And he'll buy some girl a gown. When the money's gone It's the same old song, "Get up Jack! John, sit down!" Come along, come along, You jolly brave boys, There's lots of grog in the jar. We'll plough the briny ocean With the jolly roving tar. When Jack gets old and weatherbeat, Too old to roam about, They'll let him stop in some rum shop Till eight bells calls him out. Then he'll raise his eyes up to the skies, Sayin' "Boys, we're homeward bound." But when the money's gone It's the same old song, "Get up Jack! John, sit down!" Come along, come along, You jolly brave boys, There's lots of grog in the jar. We'll plough the briny ocean With the jolly roving tar. Come along, come along, You jolly brave boys, There's lots of grog in the jar. We'll plough the briny ocean With the jolly roving tar.
Ships may come and ships may go
As long as the sea does roll.
Each sailor lad just like his dad,
He loves the flowing bowl.
A trip on shore he does adore
With a girl who's nice and round.
When the money's gone
It's the same old song,
"Get up Jack! John, sit down!"
Come along, come along, You jolly brave boys,
There's lots of grog in the jar.
We'll plough the briny ocean
With the jolly roving tar.
When Jack comes in, it's then he'll steer
To 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 offend
Till he's lyin' drunk on the ground
When the money's gone
It's the same old song,
"Get up Jack! John, sit down!"
Come along, come along, You jolly brave boys,
There's lots of grog in the jar.
We'll plough the briny ocean
With the jolly roving tar.
Jack, he then, oh then he'll sail
Bound down for Newfoundland
All the ladies fair in Placentia there
They love that sailor man.
He'll go to shore out on a tear
And he'll buy some girl a gown.
When the money's gone
It's the same old song,
"Get up Jack! John, sit down!"
Come along, come along, You jolly brave boys,
There's lots of grog in the jar.
We'll plough the briny ocean
With the jolly roving tar.
When Jack gets old and weatherbeat,
Too old to roam about,
They'll let him stop in some rum shop
Till eight bells calls him out.
Then he'll raise his eyes up to the skies,
Sayin' "Boys, we're homeward bound." But when the money's gone
It's the same old song,
"Get up Jack! John, sit down!"
Come along, come along, You jolly brave boys,
There's lots of grog in the jar.
We'll plough the briny ocean
With the jolly roving tar.
Come along, come along, You jolly brave boys,
There's lots of grog in the jar.
We'll plough the briny ocean
With the jolly roving tar.
Proper sailing music.
I need to take this to scout camp
Venture_Wilderness a song about getting black out drunk and running out of money?
watch out for jason voorhees though
Trying to find the chords, but every single post I've found starts in D. He sings it in F.
Not in front of my guitar but I think if I recall correctly I played it using a Capo, so "in D" as it were but capo'd up.
assassins creed rogue