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DG
Ships may come and ships may go
AD
As long as the sea does roll.
G
Each sailor lad just like his dad,
AD
He loves the flowing bowl.
G
A trip on shore he does adore
BmA
With a girl who's nice and round.
D
When the money's gone
G
It's the same old song,
BmAD
"Get up Jack! John, sit down!"
G
Come along, come along, You jolly brave boys,
BmA
There's lots of grog in the jar.
DG
We'll plough the briny ocean
BmAD
With the jolly roving tar.
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DG
When Jack comes in, it's then he'll steer
AD
To some old boarding house.
G
They'll welcome him with rum and gin,
AD
And feed him on pork scouse.
G
He'll lend, spend and he'll not offend
BmA
Till he's lyin' drunk on the ground
D
When the money's gone
G
It's the same old song,
BmAD
"Get up Jack! John, sit down!"
G
Come along, come along, You jolly brave boys,
BmA
There's lots of grog in the jar.
DG
We'll plough the briny ocean
BmAD
With the jolly roving tar.
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G
Jack, he then, oh then he'll sail
AD
Bound down for Newfoundland
G
All the ladies fair in Placentia there
AD
They love that sailor man.
G
He'll go to shore out on a tear
BmA
And he'll buy some girl a gown.
D
When the money's gone
G
It's the same old song,
BmAD
"Get up Jack! John, sit down!"
G
Come along, come along, You jolly brave boys,
BmA
There's lots of grog in the jar.
DG
We'll plough the briny ocean
BmAD
With the jolly roving tar.
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|D (x3)|A|
DG
When Jack gets old and weatherbeat,
AG
Too old to roam about,
DG
They'll let him stop in some rum shop
AD
Till eight bells calls him out.
DG
Then he'll raise his eyes up to the skies,
BmA
Sayin' "Boys, we're homeward bound."
D [If you want, you can keep playing here, but you're]
When the money's gone [supposed to do the rest of the verse a capella]
G
It's the same old song,
BmAD
"Get up Jack! John, sit down!"
G
Come along, come along, You jolly brave boys,
BmA
There's lots of grog in the jar.
DG
We'll plough the briny ocean
BmAD
With the jolly roving tar.
G
Come along, come along, You jolly brave boys,
BmA
There's lots of grog in the jar.
DG
We'll plough the briny ocean
BmAD
With the jolly roving tar.
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