Jack of Greenwich - provenance unknown, taken from the singing of Tundra, UK duo circa 1982. I'm sorry, I can't help with chords or anything for the tune.

We tars are all for fun and glee
A hornpipe was my notion.
Time was I'd dance with any he
Who sailed the salt sea ocean.
I'd tip the roll, the side, the reel,
Back, forward, in the middle,
And roast the pig, and toe and heel
All going with the fiddle.
But one day, told a shot to ram
To chase the foe advancing,
A splinter queered my larboard gam
And damn me spoiled my dancing.
My dancing, my dancing, my dancing, my dancing,
A splinter queered my larboard gam
and damn me spoiled my dancing.

Well I'm, says I, no churlish elf,
We messmates all be brothers.
Though I can't have no fun myself,
I may make fun for others.
A fiddle soon, I made my own,
That girls and tars may caper.
Learned 'Rule Britannia', 'Bobbing Joan'
And growed a decent scraper.
But just as I'd the knack had got,
And did it pretty middling,
I lost my elbow by a shot
And damn me spoiled my fiddling.
My fiddling, my fiddling, my fiddling, my fiddling
I lost my elbow by a shot
And damn me spoiled my fiddling.

So sometimes as I turned my quid
I got the knack of thinking,
As I should be an invalid,
Well then I took to drinking.
One day called down, my gun to man,
To tip it with the gravy,
I gave three cheers and took the can
To drink the British Navy.
Before a single drop I'd sipped,
Or got it to my muzzle,
A langridge off my daddle whipped,
And damn me spoiled my guzzle.
My guzzle, my guzzle, my guzzle, my guzzle.
A langridge off my daddle whipped,
And damn me spoiled my guzzle.

So then I took to taking snuff
Cos how my sorrows doubled,
And pretty pastime, 'twas enough,
D'ye see, when I was troubled.
But fortune, that mischevious elf
Still at some fun or other,
Not that I mind it for myself,
But just for Poll and Mother.
One day when lying on a tack,
To keep two spanking foes off,
A broadside comes; capsizes Jack
And damn me knocks my nose off.
My nose off, my nose off, my nose off, my nose off,
A broadside comes; capsizes Jack
And damn me knocks my nose off.

In misfortunes school grown tough
In this same sort of knowledge,
Thinking mayhap, I'd not enough,
Well they sent me here to college.
And here we tell old tales and smoke,
And laugh while we are drinking;
Sailors you know, will have their joke
Even though the ship be sinking.
For while I get the grog to drink
My wife, my friend or king in,
'twill be no easy thing I think,
Damn me, to spoil my singing.
My singing, my singing, my singing, my singing,
'twill be no easy thing I think,
Damn me, to spoil my singing.


I have no idea what a daddle is, but would guess it's well above the belt.

LTS