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Late last night when the squire came home |
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Enquiring for his lady |
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Some denied and some replied |
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She's gone with the Black Jack Davy |
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Go saddle to me the bonny brown steed |
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For the grey was never so speedy |
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I'll ride all day and I'll ride all night |
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Till I catch that Black Jack Davy |
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Chorus |
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He rode up hills and he rode down dales |
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Over many a wild high mountain |
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And they did say that saw him go |
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Black Jack Davy he is hunting |
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He rode east and he rode west |
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All in the morning early |
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Until he spied his lady fair |
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Cold and wet and weary |
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Why did you leave your house and land |
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Why did you leave your baby |
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Why did you leave your own wedded lord |
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To go with the Black Jack Davy |
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Chorus |
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What care I for your goose feather bed |
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With the sheets turned down so bravely |
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Well I may sleep on the cold hard ground |
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Along with the Black Jack Davy |
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Then I'll kick off my high healed shoes |
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Made of the Spanish leather |
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And I'll put on my lowland brogues |
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And skip it o'er the heather |
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Chorus |
