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Can of Grog



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When up the shrouds the sailor goes 
And ventures on the yard
The landsman who no better know 
Believe his lot is hard
Bold Jack with smiles each danger meets 
Weighs anchor heaves the log
Trims all the sails belays his sheets 
And drinks his can of grog

If to engage they give the word 
To quarters he'll repair
Now winding in the dismal flood 
Now quivering in the air
When waves 'gainst rocks to rend and roar 
You'll n'er hear him repine
Though he's on Greenland's icy shore 
Or burning beneath the line

When sailing orders to arrive 
Bold Jack he takes his leave
My dear sweetest Pol he cries 

I pray now do not grieve
Thy Jack will take his daily can 
Of grog and drink to thee
In hopes that thou will n'er forget
Thy sailor who's at sea

But should thou false or fickle prove 
To Jack who loves thee dear
No more upon my native shore 
Can I with joy appear
But restless as the briny main 
Must heartless heave the log
Shall trim the sails and try to drown 
My sorrow in cans of grog

The author of this website has put a lot of time and effort into gathering the greatest collection of sea shanties for the world to enjoy - There are songs that have been to sung to a job of work at sea for many, many years and collecting them has been a great endeavour. - Roger Chartier has made the effort out of his own interest and the requests that he has gotten to do this work from fellow musicians who wanted a good source of sea shanties to draw on and learn from. He has been told that for this effort he is a remarkable man.