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 'til he's lying 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 New Zealand All the ladies fair in Gisborne 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 weather beat 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 Saying "Boys, we're homeward bound" 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