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 that's nice and round.
When the money's all gone
It's the same old song,
``Get up Jack! John, sit down!''
Chorus: Come along, come along, You jolly brave boys,
There's plenty of grog in the jar.
We'll plough the briny ocean
With the jolly roving tar.
When Jack gets in, it's then he'll steer
For some old boarding house.
They'll welcome him with run and gin,
They'll feed him on pork scouse.
He'll lend and spend and not offend
Till he's lyin' drunk on the ground
When the money's all gone
It's the same old song,
``Get up Jack! John, sit down!''
He then will sail aboard a ship
Bound for some foreign shore
When he gets there, the ladies fair
The sailors do adore.
He'll go ashore and on a tear
He'll buy some girl a gown.
When the money's all gone
It's the same old song,
``Get up Jack! John, sit down!''
When Jack gets old and weatherbeat,
Too old to roam about,
In some rum shop, they'll let him stop
Till eight bells calls him out.
He'll raise his eyes up to the skies,
Sayin' ``Boys, we're homeward bound.''
When the money's all gone
It's the same old song,
``Get up Jack! John, sit down!''