Jack A Roe

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There was a wealthy merchant, in London he did dwell

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He had a Beautiful daughter, the truth to you I'll tell

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Oh the truth to you I'll tell

She had sweethearts a plenty, and men of high degree

But none but Jack the sailor, her true love e'er could be

Oh her true love e'er could be

Jack has 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 shop and dressed in man's array

She climbed on board the 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 to face the cannonball

Oh to face the cannonball

I know my waist is to slender, my fingers they are small

But it would not make me tremble to see ten thousand fall

Oh to see ten thousand fall

The war soon being over she went and looked around

Among the dead and wounded her darling boy she found

Oh her darling boy she found

She picked him up all in her arms and carried him to the 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?