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