JACKAROE



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 ...



She went into a tailor shop and dressed in men's array

And stepped on board a vessel 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"



"Your waist is light and slender, your fingers are neat and small

Your cheeks too red and rosy 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"



The war soon being over, they hunted all around

And among the dead and dying 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



This couple they got married and well they did agree

This couple they got married, so why not you and me



@love @sailor @transvestite

recorded by Joan Baez

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