11- Jackaroe --- Joan Baez
There was a wealthy merchant
In London he did well. 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 ever could be
Oh, her true love ever 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, 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 cannonball
"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. So well they did agree
This couple they got married. So why not you and me
Oh, so why not you and me
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