There was a wealthy merchant
In London he did dwell
He had a lovely daughter
The [bad word] to you I'll tell
Oh the [bad word] to you I'll tell

She had sweethearts a-plenty
And men of high degree
There was none but Jack the sailor
Her [bad word] love e'er could be

Now Jack he's gone a-sailing
With trouble on his mind
To leave his native country
And his darling girl behind

She went into a tailor's shop
And dressed in men's array
And stepped on board a vessel
To convey herself away

Before you step on board, sir
Your name I'd like to know
She smiled all on her countenance
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

I know my waist is slender
My fingers are neat and small
But it would not make me tremble
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

She picked him up all in her arms
And carried him to the town
And sent for a physician
Who quickly healed his wounds

This couple they got married
So well did they agree
This couple they got married
So why not you and me