So come on you ladies, gay,
your delights and sailors' joy,
listen while I sing you a song.
When Jack Tarty comes ashore
with his gold and silver star,
there's no one can get rid of it so soon.
The first thing Jack required
was a fiddler to his hand,
likewise the best liquor of every kind.
And a pretty girl, likewise,
with two dark and rolling eyes
And Jackie is suited to his mind
The landlady, she comes in dressed
all in her Sunday best
She looks like some bright
and morning star
She's ready to wait on him
when she finds his plenty of tin
Chalk him down to the one behind the bar
His wages were soon gone
and his friends they were all flown
And the flash girls
they departed for another
And the landlady she cried,
pay your score and get outside
Your cargo's gone
and you've met stormy weather
Now Jackal in his rage
he threw bottles at her head
And likewise all the glasses he let fly
An d the poor girl in her fright
called the watchman of the night, saying,
Take this young layler lad away.
Now Jack did understand
that a ship lay wanton hands,
And to her he went straight down.
With a sweet and pleasant gaily
unfurled his lofty sail,
Adieu to the flash girls of the town.
So he laid her on a tack
like a cutter or a smack
As she rolled from the lead to the weather
And he kept her full an eye
close to the window
She would lie, we were bound
for Blackwall in stormy weather