SOA Lyrics

"Jolly Roving Tar"
(Our Version)
Verse:

Ships May Come, and ships may go,
As long as the seas do roll.
Each sailor lad, just like his dad,
He loves the Flowing bowl.
A trip ashore, he does adore,
With a girl that's plump and Round.

Chorus:
But when your 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 more grog in the jar.
We'll plow the briny ocean
With a jolly rovin' tar

Come along, come along
(Repeat)

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From the Levy Sheet Music Collection. For some reason, the sheet music uses the spelling "cruize."

Get Up, Jack, John Sit Down
As sung in Edward Harrigan's Local Drama, Old Lavender
Words by Edward Harrigan. Music by Dave Braham
Wm. A. Pond & Co., New York, 1885


GET UP JACK, JOHN SIT DOWN
(Edward Harrigan & David Braham)

Oh, ships will come and ships will go as long as waves do roll;
Each sailor lad, likewise his dad, will love the flowing bowl.
Afloat, ashore, they do adore a lass that's plump and roun';
When the money's gone 'tis the same old song,
Get up, Jack, John, sit down. –

Chorus:
Heigh, laddie, Ho, laddie. Swing the capstan 'roun';
When the money's gone, 'tis the same old song,
Get up, Jack, John, sit down.

An old sheath-knife and sou'wester are staunch old friends at night;
A glass o'grog, in rain or fog, will steer a sailor right.
From old Brazil to Bunker Hill we scatter dollars roun';
When the money's gone 'tis the same old song,
Get up, Jack, John, sit down. –
CHORUS

Go take a cruize on men o'war to China or Japan;
In Asia there the maidens fair, all love a sailor man;
While Tom and Joe palaver oh, and buy the girls a gown;
When the money's gone 'tis the same old song,
Get up, Jack, John, sit down. –
CHORUS

When Jack's ashore, oh, then he steers to some old boarding house,
He's welcomed in with rum and gin, and fed on pork and souse;
He'll spend and lend, and ne'er offend, and lay drunk on the groun';
When the money's gone 'tis the same old song,
Get up, Jack, John, sit down. –
CHORUS

When Jack is old and weather beat, too weak to roust about,
In some rum-shop they let him stop, at eight bells he's turned out;
He cries, he cries up to the skies, I'll soon be homeward bound;
For my money's gone 'tis the same old song,
Get up, Jack, John, sit down.
CHORUS