Blackjack Davey Lyrics

A whistlin' loud and merry

Made the woods 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 lovin' smile

"I'll be sixteen come Sunday

Be sixteen come Sunday".

"Come and go with me, my pretty little miss

Come and go with me, my honey

Take you where the grass grows green

You never will want for money

You never will want for money.

"Pull off, pull off them high-heeled shoes

All made of Spanish leather

Get behind me on my horse

And we'll ride off together

We'll both go off together".

Well she pulled off them high-heeled shoes

Made of Spanish Leather

Got behind him on his horse

And they rode off together

They both rode off together.

At night the boss came home

Inquirring about his lady

The servant spoke before she thought

"She's been with Black Jack Davey

Rode off with Black Jack Davey".

"Well, saddle for me my coal-black stud

He's speedier than the gray

I rode all day and I'll ride all night

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I'll bring back my lady".

Well, he rode all night till the broad daylight

Till he came to a river ragin'

And there he spied his darlin' bride

In the arms of Black Jack Davey

Wrapped up with Black Jack Davey.

"Pull off, pull off them long blue gloves

All made of the finest leather

Give to me your lily-white hand

And we'll go home together

We'll both go home together".

Well, she pulled off them long blue gloves

All made of the finest leather

Gave to him her lily-white hand

And said goodbye forever

Bid farewell forever.

"Would you forsake your house and home

Would you forsake your baby ?

Would you forsake your husband too

To go with Black Jack Davey

Ride off with Black Jack Davey ?".

"Well, I'll forsake my house and home

And I'll forsake my baby

I'll forsake my husband too

For the love of Black Jack Davey

Love my Black Jack Davey.

Last night I slept in a feather bed

Between my husband and baby

Tonight I lay on the river banks

In the arms of Black Jack Davey

Love my Black Jack Davey".

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