No 8 ROVING JACK

1 Young Jack he was a journey-man That roved from town to town, And when he'd done a job of work, He lightly sat him down. With his kit upon his shoulder, and A grafting knife in hand, He roved the country round about, A merry journey-man. 2 And when he came to Exeter, The maidens leaped for joy; Said one and all, both short and tall, Here comes a gallant boy. The lady dropt her needle, and The maid her frying-pan, Each plainly told her mother, that She loved the journey-man. 3 He had not been in Exeter, The days were barely three, Before the Mayor, his sweet daughter. She loved him desperately; She bid him to her mother's house, She took him by the hand, Said she, "My dearest mother, see I love the journey-man!" 4 Now out on thee, thou silly maid! Such folly speak no more: How can'st thou love a roving man, Thou ne'er hast seen before? "O mother sweet, I do entreat, I love him all I can; Around the country glad I'll rove With this young journey-man. 5 "He need no more to trudge afoot, He'll travel coach and pair; My wealth with me—or poverty With him, content I'll share." Now fill the horn with barleycorn, And flowing fill the can: Here let us toast the Mayor's daughter And the roving journey-man.