There  was  a  wealthy  merchant,
In  London  he  did  dwell
He  had  a  lovely  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
There  was  none  but  Jack  the  sailor,
Her  true  love  e'er  could  be
Oh  her  true  love  e'er  could  be
Now  Jackie's  gone  a-sailing
With  trouble  on  his  mind
To  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  array
And  stepped  on  board  a  vessel
To  convey  herself  away
Oh,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  small
Your  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  small
But  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  found
Oh,her  darling  boy  she  found.
She  picked  him  up  all  in  her  arms
And  carried  him  to  the  town
And  sent  for  a  physician  who
Quickly  healed  his  wounds
Oh,who  quickly  healed  his  wounds.
This  couple  they  got  married
And  well  they  did  agree
This  couple  they  got  married,
So  why  not  you  and  me
Oh,so  why  not  you  and  me.