American Old Time Song Lyrics: 08 Jack Is Every Inch A Sailor
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 8
Jack is Every Inch a Sailor.
My uncle Jack is what some people call a jolly tar,
And I should think that he was born beneath a lucky star
If all is true that he's gone thro*, a wonder he must be,
He's ev'ry inch a sailor, And was born upon the sea.
Chorus.
Jack is ev'ry inch a sailor, five and twenty years a whaler;
Jack is ev'ry inch a sailor, born upon the bright blue sea.
On a stormy night it's my delight to mix a glass of grog,
And then get Jack to spin a yam before the burning log;
And after you've been listening to all that he has said,
You'll feel so frighten'd that you cannot go alone to bed.
Jack is ev'ry inch a sailor, &c.
"One night," sad he, " while out at sea there came a dreadful gale,
Which wash'd me overboard and I was swallowed by a whale,
And there I lived for twenty days wandering about,
Then seized the whale by the tail and turned him inside out."
Spoken-I said to my friend, who was sitting by my side,
there is no mistake about it-
Jack is ev'ry inch a sailor, &c.
So if you wish to pass a pleasant hour or two away,
Just call and see old uncle Jack, and then I think you'll say
He's ev'ry inch a sailor, and ad jolly as can be,
Por many years a whaler, quite a hero of the sea.
"Jack is ev'ry inch a sailor, &c.