Jack Is Every Inch A Sailor - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
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.