There was a wealthy merchant, in London he did dwell
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He had a Beautiful daughter, the truth to you we'll tell
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Oh the truth to you we'll tell
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She had sweethearts a plenty, and men of high degree
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But none but Jack the sailor, her true love ever be
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Oh her true love ever be
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Jackie's gone a sailing, with trouble on his mind
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He's left his native country and his darling girl behind
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Oh his darling girl behind
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She went down to a tailor shop and dressed in man's array
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She climbed on board a vessel to convey herself away
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Oh convey herself away
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Before you get on board sir, your name we'd like to know
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She smiled on her countenance, they called me Jack-A-Roe
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Oh they called me Jack-A-Roe
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I see your waist is slender, your fingers they are small
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Your cheeks too red and rosy to face the cannonball
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Oh to face the cannonball
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I know my waist's to slender, my fingers they are small
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but it would not make me tremble to see ten thousand fall
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Oh to see ten thousand fall
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The war soon being over she went and looked around
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among the dead and wounded her darling boy she found
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Oh her darling boy she found
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She picked him up on in her arms and carried him to the town
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she sent for a physician to quickly heal his wounds
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Oh to quickly heal his wounds
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This couple they got married so well they did agree
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This couple they got married so why not you and me?
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Oh why not you and me?
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Oh why not you and me?
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Jack-A-Roe
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| Grateful Dead |
