Jack-a-roe Lyrics - Grateful Dead

There was a wealthy merchant 

In London he did dwell 

He had a lovely daughter 

The truth to you I'll tell 

Oh, 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're would be 

Oh, her true love e're 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 

Well 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 

And your cheeks too red and rosy 

To face the cannonball 

Oh, to face the cannon-ball 

Well, I know my waist is slender 

My fingers are 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 

She 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 

So well did they agree 

This couple they got married 

So why not you and me? 

Oh, so why not you and me?