| There was a wealthy merchant
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| In London he did dwell
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| He had a lovely daughter
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| The truth to you I’ll tell
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| Oh the truth to you I’ll tell
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| She had sweethearts a-plenty
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| And men of high degree
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| There was none but Jack the sailor
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| Her true love e’er could be
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| Oh her true love e’er could be
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| Now Jackie’s gone a-sailing
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| With trouble on his mind
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| To leave his native country
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| And his darling girl behind
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| Oh, his darling girl behind
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| She went into a tailor shop
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| And dressed in men’s array
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| And stepped on board a vessel
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| To convey herself away
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| Oh, to convey herself away
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| «Before you step on board, sir
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| Your name I’d like to know»
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| She smiled all in her countenance
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| «They call me Jackaroe»
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| Oh, they call me Jackaroe
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| «Your waist is light and slender
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| Your fingers are neat and small
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| Your cheeks too red and rosy
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| To face the cannonball»
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| Oh, to face the cannon-ball
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| «I know my waist is slender
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| My fingers neat and small
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| But it would not make me tremble
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| To see ten thousand fall»
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| Oh, to see ten thousand fall
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| The war soon being over
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| They hunted all around
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| And among the dead and dying
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| Her darling boy she found
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| Oh, her darling boy she found
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| She picked him up all in her arms
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| And carried him to the town
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| And sent for a physician who
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| Quickly healed his wounds
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| Oh, who quickly healed his wounds
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| This couple they got married
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| And well they did agree
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| This couple they got married
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| So why not you and me
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| Oh, so why not you and me |