There was a wealthy merchant, in London he did dwell
He had a beautiful daughter, the truth to you Ill tell
Oh, the truth to you Ill 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
Now, Jackies gone a sailing, with trouble on his mind
Hes left his native country and his darling girl behind
Oh, his darling girl behind
She went down to a tailor shop and dressed in mans array
She climbed on board a vessel to convey herself away
Oh, convey herself away
Before you get on board, sir, your name wed like to know
She smiled on her countenance, they called 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 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?