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 cannon-baIl,
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,
so well did they agree,
this couple they got married,
so why not you and me,
oh, so why not you and me.