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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, 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 cannonball".
"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?
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