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JACKIE TAR

I was intrigued by the lyrics for this song and by the way every verse ended with the phrase "with his trousers on." I was also attracted to it because the song bears the same name and uses the same melody as the hornpipe Jackie Tar. There are some other examples of this sort of thing. Local Bay Area singer Riggy Rackin sings a song titled Off to California to the tune of the hornpipe Off to Californiaand I'm sure there are some others.

Concerning the "with his trousers on" phrase I started the following thread on the Mudcat Café Forum:

Mudcat thread on Jackie Tar

There were a number of interesting interpretations for the phrase in this thread. The one I liked best was from Malcolm Douglas:

Roy Palmer had this to say on the subject (from Bushes & Briars: Folk Songs Collected by Ralph Vaughan Williams, 1983/1999):

"At the end of the 18th century, when most men wore knee-breeches, sailors (apart from officers) wore trousers, and had been doing so for some fifty years. (Incidentally, the revolutionary French sans-culottes were so called, not because they went about with bare posteriors, but because they, too, wore trousers in preference to breeches). A sailor could easily roll up his wide trousers when decks had to be scrubbed, or seas were breaking over them. The trousers (usually spelled "trowsers" at the time) were often stained with the Stockholm tar used on the standing rigging, and "tarry trousers" were thus the unmistakable badge of the sailor."

Roy Palmer's comments about Jackie Tar from his book The Oxford Book of Sea Songs:

[From a broadside sheet] J. Pitts, Printer, Wholesale Toy and Marble Warehouse, 6 Great St Andrew Street, Seven Dials (London).

The sheet was printed between 1819 and 1844, but the ballad probably dates from soon after the end of the American War in 1783. Four oral versions turned up in Aberdeenshire in the early twentieth century, though unfortunately the tunes were not noted. A sailor's hornpipe rhythm was clearly intended for the song, and the hornpipe, 'Jack Tarr', is given here. It was otherwise known as 'The Cuckoo's Nest'.

LYRICS:

JACKIE TAR
From The Oxford Book of Sea Songs, Roy Palmer, editor

When Jack had pulled the oar and the boat was gone And the lassie on the shore with her head hanging down The tears stood in her eyes and her bosom heaving sighs Farewell, my dear, she cries, with your trousers on Farewell, said he, I go to sea, and you must stay behind But do not grieve, for while I live I ever will be kind And when I come to land you will meet me on the strand And welcome Jackie Tar with his trousers on Now peace is proclaimed and the wars are all o'er The fleets they are moored and the sailors come ashore Now you may see her stand with a glass into her hand To welcome Jack to land with his trousers on While up on high, she catched his eye with all her lovely charms Her face he knew and straight he flew and caught her in his arms Her hand he kindly pressed as he held her round the waist And he kissed the bonny lassie with his trousers on

O Jack, where have you been since you went from me
And what have you seen upon the raging sea
I mourned for your sake while my heart was like to break
For I thought I'd never see my Jack with his trousers on
And while you stayed I sighed and prayed to Neptune and to Mars
That they would prove kind and send you home safe from the wars
And now to my request they have been pleased to list
And sent you to my breast with your trousers on

I have sailed the seas for you to the Torrid Zone
From the confines of Peru to Van Diemen's Land
From the Bay of Baltimore to the coast of Labrador
But now I'm safe on shore with my trousers on
I have beat the storms in many forms upon the raging main
I have fought the foes with deadly blows and many a hero slain
I have heard the cannons road, I have rolled in blood and gore
But now I'm safe on shore with my trousers on

I have been aloft when the winds have blown
And I have been aloft when the bombs were thrown
But like a sailor bold I have now come from the hold
With my pockets full of gold and my trousers on
And now no more from shore to shore I'll plough the raging seas
But free from strife as man and wife we'll live in peace and ease
To the church this couple hied and the priest the knot has tied
And the sailor kissed his bride with his trousers on