On Board The Mary Jane - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
ON BOARD THE MARY JANE. 
He-I'm going away to leave you, dear, I'm going on to sea; She-Now don't say so, my Johnny dear, What will become of me? He-You know I love your darling face, But I must tell you plain, I'm off to sea as the captain bold On board the Mary Jane. 
Chorus. Both-On board the Mary Jane, On board the Mary Jane, I've fixed it right, I sleep to-night On board the Mary Jane. 
He-Here's a lock of hair, you can have it made Into a fine gold chain; She-Oh! Jack, don't court another girl When you are on the main; He-Now here's some chewing gum for you, And to chew it find the knack, oh! She-But, Jack, when you come home from sea, Mind bring back some tobacco.-Chorus. 
She-Here's a needle, Jack, to mend your pants, Here's a thimble with a hole; Jack, what's the cargo on board your ship? He- Oh! a great big lump of coal, Two harpanites and a few chestnuts; She- It's a large ship, that's quite plain; He-Yes, I'm the captain, mate and chief bone polisher On board the Mary Jane.-Chorus. 
He-Well, I must leave you, darling dear, And leave my native shore; She-Will the voyage take long? He- An hour love, or, perhaps a quarter more, Do you think you can keep true all that while? Bm- So help me, Bob, I'll try, He-That's a put up job, She- What? He-Why, so help me, Bob, And I'll just show you why. 
Spoken-I don't want any Bob to be helping you while I'm on my dangerous voyage to Brooklyn. I want you to be ter-ruc to your Jack, your everlasting Jack. She-And so I will be, Jack, only don't be away more than an hour or so; you can't tell what may happen while you're-Chorus. He-I don't want any Bob to be helping you while I'm on the raging sea, going to Brooklyn and other wild parts. No, I want you to be true to your Jack in blue, your seafaring Jack, your navigating Jack, your tarpaulin Jack, your everlasting Jack. On, see! she starts. She-Oh, Jack, I'll be true for an hour or two; only I'm told you sailors bold, when you go on shore, you find a drug store And quickly at once you get brisky, with drink you get insaue, can't tell Mary from Jane, you dress up quite spruce, go the whole hog, ( little boys flog, and then into their eyes squirt tobacco juice, and then swear it's all through the bad whiskey. Now, Jack, don't do that, now look sharp, Jack; come, I say, and bring home lots of pay, And I'll be waiting for you.-Chorus.