Get Up Jack, John, Sit Down
Words: E. Harrigan / Music: D. Braham

Ships may come and ships may go, as long as the seas do roll,
Each sailor lad, likewise his dad, he loves the flowing bowl,
A lass ashore he does adore, one that is plump and round,
When your money's all gone, it's the same old song:
"Get up Jack, John sit down!"

Chorus:
Come along, come along my jolly brave boys, there's lots more grog in the jar,
We'll plough the briny ocean with a jolly, roving tar.

When Jack's ashore 'tis then he'll go to some old boarding house,
He's welcomed in with rum and gin, likewise with pork and souse,
He'll spend and he'll spend and he'll never offend until he lies drunk on the ground,
When your money's all gone, it's the same old song:
"Get up Jack, John sit down!"

T'is then he'll sign aboard some ship bound for India or Japan,
In Asia there, the ladies fair all love a sailorman,
He'll go ashore and he won't scorn to buy some maid a gown,
When your money's all gone, it's the same old song:
"Get up Jack, John sit down!"

When Jack gets old and weatherbeat, too old to roll about,
'Tis then he'll go to some grog shop, 'til eight bells calls him out,
He'll raise his eyes up to the skies saying: "great God, I'm homeward bound",
When your money's all gone, it's the same old song:
"Get up Jack, John sit down!"