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 aplenty and men of high degree
There was none but Jack the Sailor, her true love there could be
Oh, her true love there could be
Now Jackie's gone a-sailing with trouble on his mind
He'll 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 yourself away
Before you step on board, sir, your name I'd like to know
She smiled on her countenance, they call me Jack O'Roe
Oh, they call me Jack O'Roe
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 they are small
But it would not make me tremble to see ten thousand fall
Oh, to see ten thousand fall
The war soon being over, she 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
His couple, they got married and had a son
His couple, they got married, so well did they agree
His couple, they got married, so why not you and me
Oh, so why not you and me