On Mon, 6 Dec 2004 18:58:44 -0500, Patrick Grantham <pwgrant@cssi-fl.com> wrote:
> What's the name of this and where can I find the tune and/or guitar chords?!
> I'll bring a keg and my guitar to the next mtg!!
>
> Belly up!!
See, this is what SLUG is about. Sharing knowledge, gaining knowledge,
being geeky, bringing kegs and guitars to meetings. These are the
important things in life, not weather or not someone uses
$distro_of_choice.
As seen on numerous signatures on slashdot: make install, not war.
>
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: slug@nks.net [mailto:slug@nks.net]On Behalf Of Dylan Hardison
> Sent: Monday, December 06, 2004 4:49 PM
> To: slug@nks.net
> Subject: Re: [SLUG] Re: List Chaos.
>
> > What happened to the group hug? I thought everyone when laughing,
> drinking
> > and singing Irish pub songs?!
>
> > Bartender! Another round of Ale for everyone!
>
> Here here!
>
> /*
> Ships may come and ships may go
> As long as the sea does roll.
> Each sailor lad just like his dad,
> He loves the flowing bowl.
>
> A trip a shore he does adore
> With a girl that's plump and round.
> When yout money's gone
> It's the same old song,
> "Get up Jack John, sit down!"
>
> [Chorus:]
>
> Come along, come along, me jolly brave boys,
> There's lots of grog in the jar.
> We'll prowl the briny ocean
> With a jolly roving tar.
>
> When Jack comes in, it's then he'll steer
> To some old boarding house.
> They'll welcome him with rum and gin,
> And feed him on port stout
>
> He'll spend and he'll not offend
> Untill he's drunk on the ground
> And when you money's gone
> It's the same old song,
> "Get up Jack John, sit down!"
>
> [Chorus]
>
> Jack, he then, oh then he'll sail
> Bound down for Newfoundland
> All the ladies fair in Placentia there
> They love that sailor man.
>
> He'll go to shore out on a tear
> And he'll buy some girl a gown.
> When the money's gone
> It's the same old song,
> "Get up Jack John, sit down!"
>
> [Chorus]
>
> When Jack gets old and weatherbeat,
> Too old to roam about,
> They'll let him stop in some rum shop
> Till eight bells calls him out.
>
> Then he'll raise his eyes up to the skies,
> Sayin' "Boys, we're homeward bound."
> When the money's gone
> It's the same old song,
> "Get up Jack John, sit down!"
>
> [Chorus]
> */
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