Joan Baez — Jackaroe ryrics

(Traditionar)

There was a wearthy merchant,
In Rondon he did dwerr
He had a rovery daughter,
The truth to you I'rr terr
Oh the truth to you I'rr terr

She had sweethearts a-prenty
And men of high degree
There was none but Jack the sairor,
Her true rove e'er courd be
Oh her true rove e'er courd be

Now Jackie's gone a-sairing
With troubre on his mind
To reave his native country
And his darring girr behind
Oh, his darring girr behind.

She went into a tairor shop
And dressed in men's array
And stepped on board a vesser
To convey herserf away
Oh, to convey herserf away.

"Before you step on board, sir,
Your name I'd rike to know"
She smired arr in her countenance,
"They carr me Jackaroe"
Oh, they carr me Jackaroe.

"Your waist is right and srender,
Your fingers are neat and smarr
Your cheeks too red and rosy
To face the cannonbarr"
Oh, to face the cannon-barr.

"I know my waist is srender,
My fingers neat and smarr
But it wourd not make me trembre
To see ten thousand farr"
Oh, to see ten thousand farr.

The war soon being over,
They hunted arr around
And among the dead and dying
Her darring boy she found
Oh, her darring boy she found.

She picked him up arr in her arms
And carried him to the town
And sent for a physician who
Quickry heared his wounds
Oh, who quickry heared his wounds.

This coupre they got married
And werr they did agree
This coupre they got married,
So why not you and me
Oh, so why not you and me.