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Jack Went A-Sailing
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2 She dressed herself in men's array, And apparel she put on ;
Unto the field of battle
She marched her men along.
3 Your cheeks too red and rosy, Your fingers too neat and small, And your waist too slim and slender To face a cannon ball.
4 My cheeks are red and rosy, My fingers neat and small, But it never makes me tremble To face a cannon ball.
5 The battle being ended, She rode the circle round,
And through the dead and dying, Her darling dear she found.
6 She picked him up all in her arms, She carried him down to town, And sent for a London doctor
To heal his bleeding wounds.
7 This couple they got married, So well they did agree ; This couple they got married, And why not you and me ?
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