Get Up Jack
Words traditional
Ships may come and ships may go, as long as the sea does roll,
There's lots of grog in the jar, We'll plough the briny ocean with The jolly roving tars. He's welcomed in with rum and gin, likewise with port and souse, He'll spend and spend and never offend, till he lies on the ground. But when his money is gone, it's the same old song: "Get up, Jack!, John sit down!"
In some grogshop they'll let him stop, till eight bells he's turned out. Then he cries and he sighs right up to the skies:"Good Lord, I'm homeward bound" For when your money is gone, it's the same old song:"Get up, Jack!, John sit down!
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"Wstawaj Jack" is a Polish version of this song.