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Well, ships may come and ships may go
Just as long as the seas do run
And a sailor lad likewise his dad
He loves his port and rum
Now a lass ashore he do adore
One that is plump and round:
But when your money's all gone it's the same old song
Get up Jack! John, sit down!
Come along, come along, my jolly brave boys
There's plenty more grog in the jar.
We'll plough the briny ocean
With a jolly roving tar.
When Jack's ashore he'll make his way
To some old boarding house
He's welcomed in with rum and gin
Likewise with pork and scouse
And he'll spend and he'll spend and he'll never offend
Until he lies drunk on the ground:
Jack then will slip aboard some ship
Bound for India or Japan
For in Asia there, the ladies fair
All love a sailor man
And he'll go ashore and he won't scorn
To buy some maid a gown:
When Jack is old and weatherbeat
Too old to sail about
They'll let him stop in some grog shop
Till eight bells do ring out
Then he'll raise his hands high and loud he'll cry
Great God, I'm homeward bound:
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