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 Now Jack he's gone a-sailing With trouble on his mind To leave his native country And his darling girl behind She went into a tailor's 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 on 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 are 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 So well did they agree This couple they got married So why not you and me