Black Jack Davey come a-ridin' through the woods
He was singin so loud and gayley
Made the hills around him ring
And he charmed the heart of a lady
Charmed the heart of a lady.
"How old are you, my pretty little miss
How old are you, my honey?"
She answered to him with a silly little smile
"I'll be sixteen next Sunday
Be sixteen next Sunday".
"Come, go with me, my pretty little miss
Come, go with me, my honey
Take you across the dark dark sea
You never shall want for money
You never shall want for money."
Well she pulled off them high-heeled boots
They were made of Spanish Leather
She put on her low-heeled shoes
And they rode off together
They both rode off together.
Last night I slept on a warm feather bed
Beside my husband and baby
Tonight I slept on the cold cold ground
Beside the Black Jack Davey
Pretty little Black Jack Davey
Black Jack Davey come a-ridin' through the woods
He was singin so loud and gayley
Made the woods around him ring
And he charmed the heart of a lady
Charmed the heart of a lady.
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