Jolly Roving Tar
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The Gaming Killer
Ships may come and ships may go
As long as the seas do roll
But a sailor lad just like his dad
He loves the flowing bowl
Oh, a woman on shore he does adore
A girl who's plump and round
And your money's all gone
It's the same old song
"Get up, Jack! John, sit down!"
Come along, come along
Your jolly brave boys
There's plenty more grog in the jar
We'll plough the briny ocean line
With the jolly roving tar
When Jack's ashore, he'll make his way
To some old boarding house
He's welcomed in with rum and gin
Likewise with pork and scouse
He'll spend and spend and never offend
Till he lies drunk on the ground
When his money's all gone
It's the same old song
"Get up, Jack! John, sit down!"
Come along, come along
Your jolly brave boys
There's plenty more grog in the jar
We'll plough the briny ocean line
With the jolly roving tar
Then Jack will slip onboard some ship
Bound for India or Japan
In Asia there, the ladies fair
All love a sailor man
He'll go ashore
And he'll not scorn to buy some girl a gown
When his money's all gone
It's the same old song
"Get up, Jack! John, sit down!"
Come along, come along
Your jolly brave boys
There's plenty more grog in the jar
We'll plough the briny ocean line
With the jolly roving tar
When Jack is whine and weather-beat
Too old to cruise about
They'll let him stop in some rum shop
Till eight bells calls him out
Then he'll raise hands high
And loud he'll cry
"Thank Christ! I'm homeward bound!"
But his money's all gone
It's the same old song
"Get up, Jack! John, sit down!"
Come along, come along
Your jolly brave boys
There's plenty more grog in the jar
We'll plough the briny ocean line
With the jolly roving tar
Come along, come along
Your jolly brave boys
There's plenty more grog in the jar
We'll plough the briny ocean line
With the jolly roving tar
Veri Nyce
+MrDawex100
Ships may come and ships may go
as long as the seas do roll
But a sailor lad just like his dad
he loves the flowing bowl
a woman ashore he does adore
a girl who's plump and round
when your money's all gone, it's the same old song
"Get up, Jack! John, sit down!"
Come along, come along, me jolly brave boys,
There's plenty more grog in the jar
We'll plough the briny ocean line
like a jolly roving tar
When Jack's ashore, he'll make his way
To some old boarding house
He's welcomed in with rum and gin,
likewise with pork and scouse
He'll spend and spend and never offend
Till he lies drunk on the ground
When his money's all gone
It's the same old song,
"Get up Jack! John, sit down!"
Come along, come along, me jolly brave boys,
There's plenty more grog in the jar.
We'll plough the briny ocean line
like a jolly roving tar
Then Jack will slip on board some ship
bound for India or Japan
and in Asia there, the ladies fair
all love a sailor man
He'll go ashore and he'll not scorn
to buy some girl her gown
when his money's all gone
It's the same old song
"Get up, Jack! John, sit down!"
Come along, come along, me jolly brave boys,
There's plenty more grog in the jar.
We'll plough the briny ocean line
like a jolly roving tar
When Jack is worn and weatherbeat
too old to cruise about
they'll let him stop in some rum shop
Till eight bells calls him out
Then he'll raise hands high
and loud he'll cry "Thank Christ, I'm homeward bound!"
when his money's all gone
It's the same old song
"Get up, Jack! John, sit down!"
Come along, come along, me jolly brave boys,
There's plenty more grog in the jar.
We'll plough the briny ocean line
Like the jolly roving tar
Come along, come along, me jolly brave boys,
There's plenty more grog in the jar.
We'll plough the briny ocean line
like a jolly roving tar
Ibsen Rocha
Just imagine the vibe of this studio
J W
Definitely some rum involved lol
The Gaming Killer
Ships may come and ships may go
As long as the seas do roll
But a sailor lad just like his dad
He loves the flowing bowl
Oh, a woman on shore he does adore
A girl who's plump and round
And your money's all gone
It's the same old song
"Get up, Jack! John, sit down!"
Come along, come along
Your jolly brave boys
There's plenty more grog in the jar
We'll plough the briny ocean line
With the jolly roving tar
When Jack's ashore, he'll make his way
To some old boarding house
He's welcomed in with rum and gin
Likewise with pork and scouse
He'll spend and spend and never offend
Till he lies drunk on the ground
When his money's all gone
It's the same old song
"Get up, Jack! John, sit down!"
Come along, come along
Your jolly brave boys
There's plenty more grog in the jar
We'll plough the briny ocean line
With the jolly roving tar
Then Jack will slip onboard some ship
Bound for India or Japan
In Asia there, the ladies fair
All love a sailor man
He'll go ashore
And he'll not scorn to buy some girl a gown
When his money's all gone
It's the same old song
"Get up, Jack! John, sit down!"
Come along, come along
Your jolly brave boys
There's plenty more grog in the jar
We'll plough the briny ocean line
With the jolly roving tar
When Jack is whine and weather-beat
Too old to cruise about
They'll let him stop in some rum shop
Till eight bells calls him out
Then he'll raise hands high
And loud he'll cry
"Thank Christ! I'm homeward bound!"
But his money's all gone
It's the same old song
"Get up, Jack! John, sit down!"
Come along, come along
Your jolly brave boys
There's plenty more grog in the jar
We'll plough the briny ocean line
With the jolly roving tar
Come along, come along
Your jolly brave boys
There's plenty more grog in the jar
We'll plough the briny ocean line
With the jolly roving tar
Captain BoneShackles
Best shantie of them all. Hands down.
Creative Name
I prefer leave her johnny, leave her.
Pigeon Man
Riding on a donkey for me
zorex
i prefer windy old weather
LePhantomChickN
Tied with Leave Her Johnny
Victor Vilorn
This song reminds me of Shay's story.
"But a sailor lad just like his dad" His father was a sailor and Shay ended up sailing with him.
"When Jack is worn and weatherbeat too old to cruise about" goes for his emotional and physical exhaustion of betraying the Brotherhood and hunting them down.
"Then he'll raise hands high and loud he'll cry "Thank Christ, I'm homeward bound!" is for his victory of achieving his goals. Killing the assassins, ruining Achilles's life and the Brotherhood there. Even though it's all bitter sweet, it's still a big enough victory that calls for celebration. But . .
"when his money's all gone , It's the same old song "Get up, Jack! John, sit down!" Shay's still got work to do, so his story's not done. Kenway sends him on a mission to find the Precursor box, a search that takes sixteen years and eventually lands him in Versailles. His adventures are long, far reaching, and exhausting. But Shay never gives up. It's like there's not rest for him, just like the guy the song's about.
( on an unrelated note, the text I'm seeing turned red. Why's that? )
Malthius
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