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Dan Milner

Get Up Jack, John, Sit Down / Miss Thornton's (With Gabriel Donohue, Joanie Madden, Mick Moloney, Robbie O'Connell, Susan McKeown, The Johnson Girls, & Tim Collins)

As ships will come and ships will go,
As long as waves do roll,
Each sailor lad, like his dad,
Will love the flowing bowl,
A float ashore, they do adore,
A lass that's plump and round...
When the money's gone,
'tis the same ol' song,
'Get up, Jack, John, sit down!'
Hey laddy, ho laddy,
swing the capstan round,
When the money's gone,
'tis the same ol' song,
'Get up, Jack, John, sit down!'
An ol' sheath knife and sou'wester,
Are staunch ol' friends at night,
A glass o' grog, in rain or fog,
Will steer a sailor right.
From bold Brazil, to Bunker Hill,
we scatter dollars 'round...
When the money's gone,
'tis the same ol' song,
'Get up, Jack, John, sit down!'
Hey laddy, ho laddy,
Swing the capstan round,
When the money's gone,
'tis the same ol' song,
'Get up, Jack, John, sit down!'
Go take a cruise on men-of-war,
to China or Japan,
in Asia there are maidens fair,
all love a sailorman.
While Tom and Joe Kilavarough'll
buy the girls a gown...
When the money's gone,
'tis the same ol' song,
'Get up, Jack, John, sit down!'
Hey laddy, ho laddy,
Swing the capstan round,
When the money's gone,
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'tis the same ol' song,
'Get up, Jack, John, sit down!'
When Jack's ashore, well, then he'll steer
to some old boarding house.
He's welcomed in, with rum and gin,
and fed on pork and souse.
He'll spend and spend,
and ne'er offend,
and lay drunk on the ground...
When the money's gone,
'tis the same ol' song,
'Get up, Jack, John, sit down!'
Hey laddy, ho laddy,
Swing the capstan round,
When the money's gone,
'tis the same ol' song,
'Get up, Jack, John, sit down!'
When Jack is old and weather-beat,
Too weak to roust about,
At some rum-shop, they'll let him stop,
at eight bells he's turned out.
He cries, he cries,
up to the skies,
I'll soon be homeward bound...
For my money's gone,
'tis the same ol' song,
'Get up, Jack, John, sit down!'
Hey laddy, ho laddy,
Swing the capstan round,
When the money's gone,
'tis the same ol' song,
'Get up, Jack, John, sit down!'
Hey laddy, ho laddy,
Swing the capstan round,
When the money's gone,
'tis the same ol' song,
'Get up, Jack, John, sit down!'