Capo 3

|D|G|Bm|A|
|D|G|Bm A|D|
|D (x3)|A|

D                  G
Ships may come and ships may go
   A                    D
As long as the sea does roll.
                     G
Each sailor lad just like his dad,
   A                 D
He loves the flowing bowl.

                   G
A trip on shore he does adore
       Bm                  A
With a girl who's nice and round.
         D
When the money's gone
     G
It's the same old song,
     Bm       A         D
"Get up Jack! John, sit down!"

                            G
Come along, come along, You jolly brave boys,
        Bm                  A
There's lots of grog in the jar.
      D                G
We'll plough the briny ocean
         Bm    A      D
With the jolly roving tar.

|D (x3)|A|

     D                   G
When Jack comes in, it's then he'll steer
   A                 D
To some old boarding house.
                         G
They'll welcome him with rum and gin,
    A                D
And feed him on pork scouse.

                            G
He'll lend, spend and he'll not offend
          Bm                 A
Till he's lyin' drunk on the ground
         D
When the money's gone
     G
It's the same old song,
     Bm       A         D
"Get up Jack! John, sit down!"

                            G
Come along, come along, You jolly brave boys,
        Bm                  A
There's lots of grog in the jar.
      D                G
We'll plough the briny ocean
         Bm    A      D
With the jolly roving tar.

|D (x3)|A|

                  G
Jack, he then, oh then he'll sail
      A                D
Bound down for Newfoundland
                       G
All the ladies fair in Placentia there
     A                D
They love that sailor man.

                      G
He'll go to shore out on a tear
          Bm              A
And he'll buy some girl a gown.
         D
When the money's gone
     G
It's the same old song,
     Bm       A         D
"Get up Jack! John, sit down!"

                            G
Come along, come along, You jolly brave boys,
        Bm                  A
There's lots of grog in the jar.
      D                G
We'll plough the briny ocean
         Bm    A      D
With the jolly roving tar.

|D|G|Bm|A|
|D|G|Bm A|D|
|D (x3)|A|

     D                 G
When Jack gets old and weatherbeat,
    A            G
Too old to roam about,
        D               G
They'll let him stop in some rum shop
     A                     D
Till eight bells calls him out.

           D                 G
Then he'll raise his eyes up to the skies,
       Bm                    A
Sayin' "Boys, we're homeward bound."
         D            [If you want, you can keep playing here, but you're]
When the money's gone     [supposed to do the rest of the verse a capella]
     G
It's the same old song,
     Bm       A         D
"Get up Jack! John, sit down!"

                            G
Come along, come along, You jolly brave boys,
        Bm                  A
There's lots of grog in the jar.
      D                G
We'll plough the briny ocean
         Bm    A      D
With the jolly roving tar.

                            G
Come along, come along, You jolly brave boys,
        Bm                  A
There's lots of grog in the jar.
      D                G
We'll plough the briny ocean
         Bm    A      D
With the jolly roving tar.

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|D|G|Bm A|D|