geT UP JACK, JOHN SIT DOWN

Get Up Jack!, John, sit down!

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 what’s plump and round
But 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; they feed him on pork scouse
He’ll lend, spend and not offend till he’s lyin’ drunk on the ground
For 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

It’s then he’ll sail aboard some ship for India or Japan
In Asia there the ladies fair all love the sailor man
He’ll go to shore out on a tear and he’ll buy some girl a gown
But 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 tired and weatherbeat; 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, Sayin’ “Boys, we’re homeward bound”
For 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