Start the song by thumping on the guitar body and chanting the chorus.

[Chorus]
N.C.
Rise up, rise up, and grab another cup.
N.C.
We'll worry about our heads on Sunday morn'.
N.C.
The grub was fryin', the kids were cryin' and all the mess in the kitchen was mine
N.C.
Long may your big jib draw.

[Intro]
F#
B F#
B F#
B F#
B
F#
G#m D#m
F#

[Verse 1]
F#                                    B            F#
Twas at my brother's recommendation I took an invitation
       B            F#           G#m             D#m
Twas a fine accommodation 'till I barged into the room
       F#                         B           F#
I had fostered expectation, put aside my hesitation
   B           F#             G#m              D#m
So too my reputation, twas a little half past noon.


[Chorus]
     F#               B               F#
Rise up, rise up, and grab another cup.
      B               F#                 B
We'll worry about our heads on Sunday morn'.
                           F#                 G#m                  D#m
The grub was fryin', the kids were cryin' and all the mess in the kitchen was mine
F#
Long may your big jib draw.


[Verse 2]
F#                                           B               F#
Guests were filled with trepidation, weren't fond of my infiltration.
     B              F#           G#m                  D#m
They began my exportation as the clock rolled over to 9.
      F#                                   B
To the boys of St. John's station, I said, "It's a celebration!"
  F#         B        F#         G#                  D#m
I begged for reconciliation and suddenly things were fine.

[Chorus]
     F#               B               F#
Rise up, rise up, and grab another cup.
      B               F#                 B
We'll worry about our heads on Sunday morn'.
                           F#                 G#m                  D#m
The grub was fryin', the kids were cryin' and all the mess in the kitchen was mine
F#
Long may your big jib draw.

[Interlude]
B F#
B F#
B
F#
G#m D#m
F#

[Verse 3]
F#                                     B                  F#
Well it took all night to find her, the girl from Fogo Island.
  B            F#             G#m             D#m
I waddled up behind her and I asked her to a dance.
         F#                       B                F#
Well she clearly recognized me and told me rather kindly,

To clear away the mess I'd made and maybe I'd have a chance.

[Chorus]
     F#               B               F#
Rise up, rise up, and grab another cup.
      B               F#                 B
We'll worry about our heads on Sunday morn'.
                           F#                 G#m                  D#m
The grub was fryin', the kids were cryin' and all the mess in the kitchen was mine
F#
Long may your big jib draw.


[Chorus]
N.C.
Rise up, rise up, and grab another cup.
N.C.
We'll worry about our heads on Sunday morn'.
    B                      F#                 G#m                  D#m
The grub was fryin', the kids were cryin' and all the mess in the kitchen was mine
F#
Long may your big jib draw.

[Outro]
B F#
B f#
B
F#
G#m D#m
F#