Traditional - Black Jack Davey lyrics

Black Jack Davey came ridin' through the woods He was singin' so loud and gaily Made the hills around him ring 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 him with a silly little smile "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 Never shall want for money Never shall want for money" She took off her high-heeled boots They were made of Spanish leather She put on her low-heeled shoes They both rode off together Both rode off together Last night I slept on a warm featherbed Beside my husband and baby Tonight I sleep on the cold cold ground Beside the Black Jack Davey Pretty little Black Jack Davey Black Jack Davey came ridin' through the woods He was singin' so loud and gaily Made the hills around him ring Charmed the heart of a lady Charmed the heart of a lady