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When Jack comes ashore he's got money galore
And he's seldom cut short of a job
He can dress now as well as any can tell
With a good silver watch in his fob
Poor Jack in his life was ne'er paired with a wife
Though sometimes with lasses he links
He's a seafaring, sailmaking, gamboling, capering, grog-drinking hero
Jack Hinks, oh, Jack Hinks
When inclined for to spend he walks in with a friend
And with pleasure he sits himself down
He tips up his glass and he winks at the lass
And he smiles if she happens to frown
And like a rattling true blue when the reckoning comes due
On the table the money he clinks
He's a seafaring, sailmaking, gamboling, capering, grog-drinking hero
Jack Hinks, oh, Jack Hinks
Bound home the other fall we fell into a squall
Round the northermost head of Cape Friels
We were washed away without further delay
At the thought, how my spirit it chills
We were bashed on the rocks like a hard-hunted fox
Of death and destruction he thinks
He's a seafaring, sailmaking, gamboling, capering, grog-drinking hero
Jack Hinks, oh, Jack Hinks
Jack, without fail was out in that same gale
Having drove across Bonavist' Bay
On Neptune did rail as he hauled in all sail
And had his two spars cut away
Oh, but Providence kind that so eases the wind
And on sailors so constantly thinks
Saved that seafaring, sailmaking, gamboling, capering, grog-drinking hero
Jack Hinks, oh, Jack Hinks
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