Jolly Roving Tar

Ships may come and ships may go

As long as the sea does roll

But a sailor lad just like his dad,He loves the flowing bowl

Oh women on shore he does adore

A girl who's plump and round

And your 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 line With the jolly roving tar

When Jack ashore,he'll make his way

To some old boarding house

He's welcomed in with rum and jin,

Likewise with park scouse

He'll spend and spend and never offend

Till he's lies 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 line

With the jolly roving tar

Then Jack then will slip aboard some ship

Bound for India or Japan

Then in Asia there,the ladies fair,

They all love a sailor man,

He'il go ashore and he'll not scorm to buy some girl a gown

When his 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 line

With the jolly roving tar

When Jack is old and weather-beat,too old to cruise about,

They'll let him stop in some rum shop

till eight bells calls him out,

Then he'll raise his hands high and loud he'll cry

Thank Christ!I'm homeward bound

But his 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 line

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 line

With the jolly roving tar