The Ballard of Jack Tarr the Sailor
When first I came to Liverpool, I went upon the spree.
Me money at last I spent it fast - got drunk as drunk could be
And when my money was all gone, it was then I wanted more,
But a man must be blind to make up his mind to go to sea once more.
Once more, once more, to go to sea once more.
I spent the night with Angeline, too drunk to roll in bed
Me watch it was new and my money was too
And the morning with them she fled.
As I roamed the streets of Bath the whores they all would roar
"There goes Jarr Tarr the poor sailor.
He must go to sea once more."
Once more, once more, he must go to sea once more.
As I walking down the steet I ran into Rapper Brown.
I asked him for to take me in and he looked at me with a frown.
He said last time you was on board with me you chalked no score
But I'll take your advance and I'll give you the chance
And I'll send you to sea once more.
Once more, once more, I'll send you to sea once more.
They shipped me aboard of a whaling ship bound for the Artic Sea
Where the cold winds blow thru the frost and the snow
Jamaica rum would freeze.
Alas I had no luck with my gear, for I left my money ashore.
It was then that I wished that I was dead or safe with the girls ashore.
Ashore, ashore, or safe with the girls ashore.
Come all ye boat seafaring lads who listen to my song,
And when you come off them long trips pray that you don't go wrong.
Take my advice drink no strong drink, don't go sleeping with no whores,
But get married lads and have all night in and go to to sea no more.
No more, no more, and go to sea no more.
