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 ashore he does adore
With a girl who's plump and round
When the money's all gone, it's the same old song
Get up Jack! John sit down!

Come along, come along me jolly brave boys
There's lots of grog in the jar
We'll plow the briny ocean with
The Jolly Roving Tar

When Jack's ashore, he'll make his way
To some old boarding house
They'll welcome him with rum and gin
Likewise with pork and scouse
He'll spend and spend and he'll not offend
Until he lies drunk on the ground
When the money's all gone, it's the same old song
Get up Jack! John sit down!

It's then he'll sail aboard a ship
For India or Japan
In Asia there the ladies fair
All love a sailor man
He'll go ashore and he won't scorn
To buy some maid a gown
When the money's all gone, it's the same old song
Get up Jack! John sit down!

When Jack is old and weather beat
To old to sail about
In some grog shop they'll let him stop
Till eight bells calls him out
He'll raise his hands up to the sky
Sayin' "Lord, we're homeward bound"
When the money's all gone, it's the same old song
Get up Jack! John sit down!