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Black Davey come running on back, |
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Whistlen' loud and merry, |
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Made the woods round him ring, |
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And he charmed the heart of a lady, |
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Charmed the heart of a lady. |
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"How old are you my pretty little miss?", |
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"How old are you my honey?", |
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She answered with a loving smile, |
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"I'll be sixteen come sunday", |
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Said "ill be sixteen come sunday". |
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"Come and go with me, my pretty little miss |
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Come and go with me, my honey |
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I'll take you where the grass grows green |
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You never will want for money" |
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Said, "You never will want for money |
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"Pull off, pull off your long, blue gloves |
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Made of Spanish leather |
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Give to me your lily-white hand |
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And we'll ride off together" |
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Said, "We'll ride off together" |
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Well, she pulled off her long, blue gloves |
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Made of Spanish leather |
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And gave to him her lily-white hand |
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And bid fairwell forever |
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And they both rode off together |
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Well, late last night the boss came home |
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Inquiring about his lady |
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The servant spoke before she thought |
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"She been with Black Jack Davey |
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Rode off with Black Jack Davey" |
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"Come on, come on my coal-black horse |
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You're speedier than the gray |
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I'll ride all day and I'll ride all night |
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And I'll overtake my lady |
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Yeah, I'll overtake my lady" |
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Well, he rode all night 'til the broad daylight |
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'Til he came to a river ragin' |
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And there he spied his darlin' bride |
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In the arms of Black Jack Davey |
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Wrapped up with Black Jack Davey. |
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Would you forsake your house and home? |
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Would you forsake your baby? |
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Would you forsake your husband, too |
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To go with Black Jack Davey? |
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Run off with Black Jack Davey? |
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Last night I slept on a feather bed |
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Between my husband and baby |
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And tonight I lay on the river banks |
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In the arms of Black Jack Davey |
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I'm in love with Black Jack Davey |
