Jack-A-Roe - Joan Baez (琼·贝兹)

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 to 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 cannonball

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

And well they did agree

This couple they got married

So why not you and me

Oh so why not you and me