JACK TARR THE SAILOR        (Trad. - arr. Matthews Southern Comfort)

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When first I come to Liverpool I went upon a spree.
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Me money, alas, I spent it fast, got drunk as drunk could be,
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And when me money was all gone it was then that I wanted more,
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But a man must be blind to make up his mind to go to sea once more.

(Ch:  Once more, once more, to go to sea once more.)


I spent that night with Angeline, too drunk to roll the bed.
Me watch it was new and me money was too -
      in the morning with them she'd fled,
And as I roamed the streets around the whores they all would roar
"There goes Jack Tarr, that poor sailor,he must go to sea once more."

(Ch:   Once more, once more, he must go to sea once more.)


As I was walking down the street I ran into Wrapper Brown.
I asked him for to take me in and he looked at me with a frown.
He said "Last time you was paid off with me you chalked no score,
"But I'll take you advance and I'll give you the chance
    and I'll send you to sea once more."

(Ch:  Once more, once more, I'll send you to sea once more.)


He shipped me aboard of a Whaling ship bound for the Arctic Sea
Where cold winds blow through frost and through snow, and Jamaica Rum runs free.
Alas, I had no rough-weather gear, for I'd left all me money ashore
                               (I'd lost all me cash to that whore)
It was then that I wished that I was dead, or safe with the girls ashore.

(Ch: Ashore, ashore, or safe with the girls ashore.)


So come all ye bold seafaring lads who listen to my song,
And when you come off of them long trips pray that you'll not go wrong.
Take my advice, drink no strong drink, don't go sleeping with no whore,
But get married, lads, and spend all night in, and go to sea no more.

(Ch:   No more, no more, and go to sea no more.)