More GBS.....I love it
Capo: 3rd fret
Intro: D G D A
[D]Ships may come and [G]ships may go
As l[A]ong as the sea does [D]roll
[D]Each sailor lad just lik[G]e his dad
He l[A]oves the flowing bow[D]l
[D]A trip ashore he[G] does adore
With a g[D]irl who's nice and [A]round
When the m[D]oney's gone
It's the s[G]ame old song
Get up J[A]ack John sit dow[D]n
Chorus
Come a[D]long, come along, You [G]jolly brave boys,
There's [D]lots of grog in the j[A]ar
We'll pl[D]ough the briny o[G]cean
With the jo[A]lly roving ta[D]r[G][D][A]
Jack comes in, it's then he'll steer
To some old boarding house
They'll welcome him with run and gin,
And feed him on pork scouse
He'll lend and spend and not offend
Till he's lying drunk on the ground
But when
Chorus
Jackie then ahh then he'll sail
Bound out for Newfoundland
All the ladies fair in Placentia there
They love that sailor man.
He'll go to shore out on a tear
He'll buy some girl a gown.
But when
Chorus
When Jack gets old and weatherbeat,
Too old to roam about,
They'll let him stop in some rum shop
Till eight bells calls him out.
Then he'll raise his eyes up to the skies,
Sayin' ``Boys, we're homeward bound.''
But when
Chorus (x2)
Capo: 3rd fret
Intro: D G D A
[D]Ships may come and [G]ships may go
As l[A]ong as the sea does [D]roll
[D]Each sailor lad just lik[G]e his dad
He l[A]oves the flowing bow[D]l
[D]A trip ashore he[G] does adore
With a g[D]irl who's nice and [A]round
When the m[D]oney's gone
It's the s[G]ame old song
Get up J[A]ack John sit dow[D]n
Chorus
Come a[D]long, come along, You [G]jolly brave boys,
There's [D]lots of grog in the j[A]ar
We'll pl[D]ough the briny o[G]cean
With the jo[A]lly roving ta[D]r[G][D][A]
Jack comes in, it's then he'll steer
To some old boarding house
They'll welcome him with run and gin,
And feed him on pork scouse
He'll lend and spend and not offend
Till he's lying drunk on the ground
But when
Chorus
Jackie then ahh then he'll sail
Bound out for Newfoundland
All the ladies fair in Placentia there
They love that sailor man.
He'll go to shore out on a tear
He'll buy some girl a gown.
But when
Chorus
When Jack gets old and weatherbeat,
Too old to roam about,
They'll let him stop in some rum shop
Till eight bells calls him out.
Then he'll raise his eyes up to the skies,
Sayin' ``Boys, we're homeward bound.''
But when
Chorus (x2)
