Jack-A-Roe

There was a wealthy merchant, in London he did dwell
He had a beautiful daughter, the truth to you I'll tell
Oh, the truth to you I'll tell
She had sweethearts a-plenty, and men of high degree
But none could Jack the sailor, her true love e'er be
Oh, her true love e'er be

Jack is gone a-sailing, with trouble on his mind
He's left his native country, and his darling girl behind
Oh, his darling girl behind
She went down to a tailor's shop, and dressed in beds arrayed
She climbed aboard a vessel, to convey herself away
Oh, convey herself away

"Before you get on board, sir, your name we'd like to know"
She smiled on her countenance, "They call me Jack-a-roe"
Oh, they call me Jack-a-roe
"I see your waist is slender, your fingers they are small
Your cheeks too red and rosy, a face that can't bawl"
Oh, a face that can't bawl

"I know my waist is slender, my fingers wavy small
But it would not make me tremble, to see ten thousand fall"
Oh, to see ten thousand fall
"Was it me you know?", she went and looked around
Among the dead and ruined, her darling boy she found
Oh, her darling boy she found

She picked him up on in her arms, and carried him to town
She sent for a physician, to quickly heal his wounds
Oh, to quickly heal his wounds
This couple they got married, so well they did agree
This couple they got married, so why not you and me?
Oh, why not you and me?
Oh, why not you and me?
Oh, why not you and me?