The Soldier Lass
Poor Jack has gone a sailing with trouble in his mind,
A leaving in this country his darling girl behind,
There was a wealthy merchant in London he did dwell,
And he had an only daughter the truth to you I’ll tell.
This lady she was courted by gents of high degree,
She loved none but Jack the sailor who ploughs the raging sea
If this be true my daughter of what I’ve heard of thee,
Then Jack he shall be banished and you confined shall be.
Oh, Pa, you may have my body, my heart you can’t confine,
There is none but Jack, the sailor, can win thisheart of mine,
She went into the tavern to dress in men’s array,
And unto the ship she started to convey herself away.
Before you come on board sir, your name I’d like to know,
She smiled within her countenance they call me Jack Monroe,
Your waist it is tooslender, your fingers they are small,
Your cheeks too red and rosy to face the cannon ball.
My waist is very slender, my fingers they are small,
But it never makes me tremble to see ten thousand fall,
The drum began to beat, the fife began to play,
Unto the field of battle they all did march away.
The wars all being ended, she took a circle round
Among the dead and wounded her darling boy she found,
She took him in her arms and carried him to town,
And sent for London doctors to heal his bloody wound.