Jack-A-Roe

There was a wealthy merchant, in London he did dwell
 He had a Beautiful daughter, the truth to you we'll tell
 Oh the truth to you we'll tell
 She had sweethearts a plenty, and men of high degree
 But none but Jack the sailor, her true love ever be
 Oh her true love ever be
 Jackie's 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 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 called me Jack-A-Roe
 Oh they called 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's 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 on 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?