| Song | Old Jack's Charm |
| Artist | Marc Almond |
| Album | Treasure Box |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Almond, McGee | |
| It was in the tattoo parlour | |
| Where he engraved their names | |
| Words a winding round his shoulders | |
| Reminders now he's older | |
| In the magic of the parlour | |
| Down his arm unwinds a story | |
| Love and hate and Mum and Dad | |
| In flames of hope and glory | |
| A mermaid and a schooner | |
| Tells us he was once at sea | |
| A heart pierced by an arrow | |
| Tells us once more in love was he | |
| And a dragon spitting fire | |
| He's forgotten what that's for | |
| But tattooed on his mind | |
| Is a reminder of the war | |
| He gave up tattooing lovers | |
| Where no room for any others | |
| A line through every sweetheart | |
| With another etched below | |
| In every port a stormy girl | |
| They loved him and they loved him so | |
| Each one for all to see adorned | |
| With Cupids and with bows | |
| A mermaid and a schooner | |
| Tells us he was once at sea | |
| A heart pierced by an arrow | |
| Tells us once more in love was he | |
| and a dragon spitting fire | |
| He's forgotten what that's for | |
| But tattooed on his mind is a reminder of war | |
| In the magic of the parlour | |
| Swapping laughter swapping stories | |
| Where the words are often hard | |
| And the air is always blue | |
| He remembers all his mates from then | |
| He lost a couple maybe ten | |
| Their headstone on his forearm as a crucifix tattoo | |
| Now he leans upon the bar | |
| With a mysterious air | |
| And the ladies gather round | |
| To view his decorated arms | |
| He'll tell them of each scroll and line | |
| And other scars not so fine | |
| And they always want to see | |
| A little more of Old Jacks Charms | |
| A mermaid and a schooner ... |
| zuo ci : Almond, McGee | |
| It was in the tattoo parlour | |
| Where he engraved their names | |
| Words a winding round his shoulders | |
| Reminders now he' s older | |
| In the magic of the parlour | |
| Down his arm unwinds a story | |
| Love and hate and Mum and Dad | |
| In flames of hope and glory | |
| A mermaid and a schooner | |
| Tells us he was once at sea | |
| A heart pierced by an arrow | |
| Tells us once more in love was he | |
| And a dragon spitting fire | |
| He' s forgotten what that' s for | |
| But tattooed on his mind | |
| Is a reminder of the war | |
| He gave up tattooing lovers | |
| Where no room for any others | |
| A line through every sweetheart | |
| With another etched below | |
| In every port a stormy girl | |
| They loved him and they loved him so | |
| Each one for all to see adorned | |
| With Cupids and with bows | |
| A mermaid and a schooner | |
| Tells us he was once at sea | |
| A heart pierced by an arrow | |
| Tells us once more in love was he | |
| and a dragon spitting fire | |
| He' s forgotten what that' s for | |
| But tattooed on his mind is a reminder of war | |
| In the magic of the parlour | |
| Swapping laughter swapping stories | |
| Where the words are often hard | |
| And the air is always blue | |
| He remembers all his mates from then | |
| He lost a couple maybe ten | |
| Their headstone on his forearm as a crucifix tattoo | |
| Now he leans upon the bar | |
| With a mysterious air | |
| And the ladies gather round | |
| To view his decorated arms | |
| He' ll tell them of each scroll and line | |
| And other scars not so fine | |
| And they always want to see | |
| A little more of Old Jacks Charms | |
| A mermaid and a schooner ... |
| zuò cí : Almond, McGee | |
| It was in the tattoo parlour | |
| Where he engraved their names | |
| Words a winding round his shoulders | |
| Reminders now he' s older | |
| In the magic of the parlour | |
| Down his arm unwinds a story | |
| Love and hate and Mum and Dad | |
| In flames of hope and glory | |
| A mermaid and a schooner | |
| Tells us he was once at sea | |
| A heart pierced by an arrow | |
| Tells us once more in love was he | |
| And a dragon spitting fire | |
| He' s forgotten what that' s for | |
| But tattooed on his mind | |
| Is a reminder of the war | |
| He gave up tattooing lovers | |
| Where no room for any others | |
| A line through every sweetheart | |
| With another etched below | |
| In every port a stormy girl | |
| They loved him and they loved him so | |
| Each one for all to see adorned | |
| With Cupids and with bows | |
| A mermaid and a schooner | |
| Tells us he was once at sea | |
| A heart pierced by an arrow | |
| Tells us once more in love was he | |
| and a dragon spitting fire | |
| He' s forgotten what that' s for | |
| But tattooed on his mind is a reminder of war | |
| In the magic of the parlour | |
| Swapping laughter swapping stories | |
| Where the words are often hard | |
| And the air is always blue | |
| He remembers all his mates from then | |
| He lost a couple maybe ten | |
| Their headstone on his forearm as a crucifix tattoo | |
| Now he leans upon the bar | |
| With a mysterious air | |
| And the ladies gather round | |
| To view his decorated arms | |
| He' ll tell them of each scroll and line | |
| And other scars not so fine | |
| And they always want to see | |
| A little more of Old Jacks Charms | |
| A mermaid and a schooner ... |