Jack-A-Roe Songtext
von Grateful Dead

There was a wealthy merchant in London, he did dwell
He had a beautiful 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
But none but Jack the sailor, her true love ever be
Oh, her true love ever be

Now, Jackie′s gone a-sailing with trouble on his mind
He's left his native country and his darling girl behind
Oh, his darling girl behind

She went down to a merchant shop and dressed in man's array
She climbed on board a vessel to convey herself away
Oh, convey herself away


"Before you get on board, sir, your name we′d like to know"
She smiled on her countenance, "They call me Jack-a-Roe"
"Oh, they call me Jack-a-Roe"

I see your waist is slender, your fingers, they are small
Your cheeks too red and rosy to face the cannonball
Oh, to face the cannonball

I know my waist′s too 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 went and looked around
Among the dead and wounded, her darling boy she found
Oh, her darling boy she found

This couple, they got married, so well, they did agree
This couple, they got married, so why not you and me?
Oh, why not you and me?
Oh, why not you and me?

Thank you