Luyện nghe bài hát Jack-A-Roe

There was a wealthy
In he did dwell
He had a daughter
The truth to you I'll
Oh, truth to you tell

She had a-plenty
And men of degree
There was none but the sailor
Her true love e're be
Oh, her true e're could be

Now gone a-sailing
With trouble on his
To leave his native
And his darling behind
Oh, his girl behind

She went into a tailor
And dressed in array
And stepped on board a
To convey herself
Oh, herself away

Well you step on board, sir
Your name I'd to know
She all in her countenance
They call me
Oh, they me Jackaroe

Your waist is and slender
Your are neat and small
And cheeks too red and rosy
To the cannonball
Oh, to the cannon-ball

Well, I know my waist is
My fingers are neat and
But it not make me tremble
To see ten thousand
Oh, to see ten thousand

The war soon being
She hunted all
And among the dead and
Her boy she found
Oh, her darling boy she

She him up all in her arms
And carried him to the
And for a physician who
Quickly healed his
Oh, who healed his wounds

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