Capo 3rd fret

Standard (EADGBE)

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."

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When the money's gone [supposed to do the rest of the verse a capella]

 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.