So come all you ladies gay
Who delight in sailor's joy,
Come listen while I sing to you a song.
When Jack Tar he comes on shore
With his gold and silver in store,
There's no-one can get rid of it so soon.
And the first thing Jack require
Is a fiddler to his hand,
Likewise the best liquor of every kind.
And a pretty girl likewise
With two dark and rolling eyes,
And Jack Tar is suited to his mind.
Now the landlady comes in
Dressed all in her Sunday best,
She look like some bright and evening star.
She was ready to wait on him
When she find he's plenty of tin,
Chalk him down two for one behind the bar.
Now Jack all in his rage
He threw bottles at her head,
Likewise all the glasses he let fly.
And the poor girl in her fright
Called the watchman of that night
Saying, "Take this young sailor away."
Alright, take him away!
Now Jack did understand
That a ship lay wanting hands,
To her he then went straight down.
With a sweet and a pleasant gale
He unfurled his lofty sail,
Bid adieu to the lasses of the town.
Now we laid her on a track
Like a cutter or a smack,
As she rolled from the lee down to the weather.
And we kept her full and by
Close to windward she would lie
We were bound for Blackwall in stormy weather.
Alright!
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