Blackjack Davey

Blackjack Davey come a-ridin' by Singin' so sweet and gaily Made the green woods around him ring To charm the heart of a lady To charm the heart of a lady How old are you my pretty little miss How old are you my honey If I don't die from the morn above I'll be sixteen next Sunday I'll be sixteen next Sunday For I forsake my house and land And I forsake my baby And I forsake my new wed lord To stay with the Blackjack Davey To stay with the Blackjack Davey She pulled off her high heel shoes They were made of Spanish leather She pulled on her low heel shoes And they both rode off together They both rode off together Last night I slept in a warm feather bed Between my husband and baby Tonight I lay on the cold cold ground Beside that Blackjack Davey Beside that Blackjack Davey