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. |D|G|Bm|A| |D|G|Bm A|D|
