Jack Taar The Sailor
Traditional arranged by Roger McGuinn

When first I come to Liverpool, I went upon a 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 that I wanted more
But a man must be blind to make up his mind to go to sea once more

I spent that night with Angeline to drunk to roll in bed
Me watch it was new and me money was too
And the morning with them she fled
And as I roamed the streets of Bath, the whores they all would roar:
There goes Jarr Tarr that poor sailor
He must go to sea once more

As I walking down the street I run into Robert Brown
I asked him for to take me in and he looked at me with a frown
He said last time you?? was paid off, with me your job no score
But I'll take your advance and I'll give you the chance
And I'll send you to sea once more

They shipped me aboard of a whaling ship bound for the Arctic Sea
Where the cold winds blow through the frost and the snow
And Jamaica rum runs free
Alas, I had no luck with the gear, for I'd left all me money ashore
It was then that I wished that I was dead or safe with the girls ashore

Come all ye bold, seafaring lads who listen to my song
And when ye come off them long trips, pray that yous not go wrong
Take my advice: drink no strong drink; don't go sleeping with no whore
But get married lads and have all night in and go to sea no more