Ships may come and ships may go, as long as the seas doth flow!
Each sailor lad, just like his dad, loves that blowing foam!
Each trip ashore he does adore a girl that’s plump and round
When your money’s gone it’s the same old song
Get up Jack Johnson down!

When Jack gets in it’s then he’ll steer to some old boarding house
They’l welcome him with rum and gin, they’ll feed him pork and souse
He’ll lend, expend, and not offend, ‘til he lies drunk on the ground
When your money’s gone it’s the same old song
Get up Jack Johnson down!

Then we’ll sail on some old ship for India or Japan
In Asia there, the ladies fair all love that sailor man!
He’ll go ashore and on a tear he’ll buy some girl a gown
When your money’s gone it’s the same old song
Get up Jack Johnson down!

When Jack gets old and weatherbeat — too old to roam about
In some rum shop they’ll let him stop, ‘til eight bells calls him out
He’ll raise his eyes up to the skies, saying "Jack, you’re homeward bound!"
When your money’s gone it’s the same old song
Get up Jack Johnson down!

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