Jack-A-Roe
Jack-A-Roe (Traditional)There was a wealthy merchant,
In London he did dwellHe had a lovely daughter,
The truth to you I'll tellOh the truth to you I'll tellShe had sweethearts a-plenty
And men of high degreeThere was none but Jack the sailor,
Her true love e'er could be
Oh her true love e'er could beNow Jackie's gone a-sailing
With trouble on his mindTo leave his native country
And his darling girl behind
Oh, his darling girl behind.She went into a tailor shop
And dressed in men's arrayAnd stepped on board a vessel
To convey herself awayOh, to convey herself away."Before you step on board, sir,
Your name I'd like to know"She smiled all in her countenance,
"They call me Jackaroe"Oh, they call me Jackaroe."Your waist is light and slender,
Your fingers are neat and smallYour cheeks too red and rosy
To face the cannonball"Oh, to face the cannon-ball."I know my waist is slender,
My fingers neat and smallBut it would not make me tremble
To see ten thousand fall"Oh, to see ten thousand fall.The war soon being over,
They hunted all around
And among the dead and dying
Her darling boy she foundOh, her darling boy she found.She picked him up all in her arms
And carried him to the townAnd sent for a physician who
Quickly healed his woundsOh, who quickly healed his wounds.This couple they got married
And well they did agreeThis couple they got married,
So why not you and meOh, so why not you and me.
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