Jack-A-Roe

Bob Dylan

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    Oh, there was a wealthy merchant, in London he did dwell
    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 Jackie Frazier, her true love e'er to be
    Oh, her true love e'er to be

    Oh daughter, oh daughter, your body I will confine
    If none but Jack the sailor would ever suit your mind
    Oh, would ever suit your mind

    This body you may imprison, my heart you can't confine
    There's none but Jack the sailor would have this heart of mine
    Oh, would have this heart of mine

    Now Jackie's gone sailing with trouble on his mind
    To leave his native country and his darling girl behind
    Oh, his darling girl behind

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    She went into the tailor shop and dressed in men's array
    Then she went into the vessel to convey herself away
    Oh, convey herself away

    Before you step onboard, sir, your name I'd like to know
    She smiled all in her countenance, said: They call me Jack-A-Roe
    Oh, they call me Jack-A-Roe

    Your waist is light and slender, your fingers neat and small
    Your cheeks too red and rosy for to face the cannonball
    Oh, to face the cannonball

    I know my waist is slender and my fingers they are small
    But they would not make me tremble for to see ten thousand fall
    Oh, to see ten thousand fall

    The war soon being over, they hunted all around
    Among the dead and dying her darling love she found
    Oh, her darling love she found

    She picked him up all in her arms and carries him to town
    And sent for her physician to quickly heal his wounds
    Oh, to quickly heal 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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    Composition: Bob Dylan

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