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Black Jack Davey come a-ridin' on back |
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A whistlin' loud and merry |
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Made the woods around 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 to him with a lovin' smile |
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"I'll be sixteen come Sunday |
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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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Take you where the grass grows green |
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You never will want for money |
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You never will want for money. |
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"Pull off, pull off them high-heeled shoes |
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All made of Spanish leather |
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Get behind me on my horse |
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And we'll ride off together |
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We'll both go off together". |
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Well she pulled off them high-heeled shoes |
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Made of Spanish Leather |
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Got behind him on his horse |
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And they rode off together |
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They both rode off together. |
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At night the boss came home |
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Inquirring about his lady |
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The servant spoke before she thought |
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"She's been with Black Jack Davey |
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Rode off with Black Jack Davey". |
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"Well, saddle for me my coal-black stud |
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He's speedier than the gray |
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I rode all day and I'll ride all night |
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And I'll overtake my lady |
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I'll bring back my lady". |
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Well, he rode all night till the broad daylight |
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Till 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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"Pull off, pull off them long blue gloves |
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All made of the finest leather |
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Give to me your lily-white hand |
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And we'll go home together |
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We'll both go home together". |
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Well, she pulled off them long blue gloves |
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All made of the finest leather |
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Gave to him her lily-white hand |
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And said goodbye forever |
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Bid farewell forever. |
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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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Ride off with Black Jack Davey ?". |
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"Well, I'll forsake my house and home |
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And I'll forsake my baby |
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I'll forsake my husband too |
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For the love of Black Jack Davey |
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Love my Black Jack Davey. |
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Last night I slept in a feather bed |
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Between my husband and baby |
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Tonight I lay on the river banks |
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In the arms of Black Jack Davey |
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Love my Black Jack Davey". |
