who delight in sailors joy
Come listen while I sing to you a song
When Jack Tarry comes on shore
With his gold and silver in store
There's no one can get rid of it so soon
And the first thing Jack requires
Is a fiddler to his hands
Likewise the best liquor of every kind
And a pretty girl likewise
With two dark and rolling eyes,
Jack Tarr is suited to his mind
Now the landlady comes in,
dressed all in her Sunday best
She looked like some bright
She was ready to wait on him
when she finds he's plenty attuned
Chalk him down, two for one,
The narrow jackal in his rage,
he threw bottles at her head
Likewise, all the glasses he let fly
And the poor girl in her fright,
called the watchman of that night
Saying, take this young sailor away
That his ship lay wanting hands to her
He then went straight down
With his sweet and pleasant gale
he unfurled his lofty sail
bid adieu to the lesses of the town
Now he laid her on a track
he scrolled from the lead and to the weather and we kep
t her pulling by close to him where she would lie
we were bound for blackwall
