byrds, the
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 that i wanted more but a man must be blind to make up his mind to go to sea once more i spent the night with angeline to drunk to roll in bed me watch it was new and my 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 the poor sailor he must go to sea once more as i walking down the street 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 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 artic sea where the cold winds blow thru the frost and the snow jamaica rum would freeze a'las i had no luck with my gear for i left my money ashore it was then that i wished that i was there safe with the girl's ashore come all ye boat seafaring lads who listen to my song and when you come off them long trip 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