| There was a wealthy merchant | 
| In London he did dwell | 
| He had a beautiful 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 | 
| But none but Jack the sailor | 
| Her true love ere could be | 
| Oh, her true love ere could be | 
| Jack he’s gone a-sailing | 
| With trouble on his mind | 
| He’s left his king and his country | 
| And his darling girl behind | 
| Oh, his darling girl behind | 
| She went down to a tailor’s shop | 
| And dressed in men’s array | 
| She’s signed a bill of passage | 
| To convey herself away | 
| Oh, convey herself away | 
| Before you get on board, Sir | 
| Your name we’d like to know | 
| She smiled all in her countenance | 
| They call me Jack-a-Roe | 
| Oh, they call me Jack-a-Roe | 
| I see your waist is slender | 
| Your fingers they are small | 
| Your cheeks to red and rosy | 
| To face the cannonball | 
| I know my waist is slender | 
| And my fingers they are small | 
| But it would not make me tremble | 
| To see ten thousand fall | 
| To see them fall | 
| The war soon being over | 
| She went and looked around | 
| Among the dead and wounded | 
| 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 | 
| She sent for a physician | 
| Who quickly healed his wounds | 
| Oh, who quickly healed his wounds | 
| This couple they got married | 
| So well they did agree | 
| This couple they got married | 
| So why not you and me? | 
| Oh, why not you and me? |