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