SONG NO. 24

JACK THE SAILOR

Jack, oh Jack was a sailor lad
And he went ashore for some gin,
He rapped and he tapped
        And he rapped and tapped
But nobody seemed to be in.

He rapped and he tapped
        And he tapped and he rapped
But every one was in bed.
When he suddenly heard a rap a tap tap
On the window right over his head.

Comin in, come in, my sailor lad
There's nobody here but me
And I have the finest rap a tap
That ever a Jack did see.

And she stood there with a form so fair
And a face like peaches and cream.
Come in, come in, my sailor lad
And in he did careen.

He pressed her, he squeezed her
Looked into her coal black eyes,
And he shoved the head of his rap a tap
In the window between her thighs

And when he got up from that bed of love
He swore she wasn't a whore
For he knew by the feel of her rap a tap tap
That no one'd been there before.

A week went by and Jack did sigh
As in his hammock he swung,
He could tell by the feel of his rap a tap tap
His flying jibboom was sprung

c1928. A Collection of Sea Songs and Ditties by Dave E Jones. Pgs 20-21.



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