Late last night when the squire came home Inquiring for his lady Some denied and some replied She's gone with the Black Jack DaveyGo saddle to me the bonny brown steed For the gray was never so speedy I'll ride all day and I'll ride all night Till I catch that Black Jack DaveyOh, he rode up hills and he rode down dales Over many a wild high mountain And they did say that saw him go Black Jack Davey, he is hunting He rode east and he rode west All in the morning early Their he spied his lady fair Cold and wet and weary Oh, why did you leave your house and land Why did you leave your baby Why did you leave your own wedded lord To go with the Black Jack DaveyOh, he rode up hills and he rode down dales Over many a wild high mountain And they did say that saw him go Black Jack Davey, he is hunting What cared I for your goose feather bed The sheets turned down so bravely Well, I may sleep on the cold hard ground Along with the Black Jack DaveyThen I'll kick off my high healed shoes Made of Spanish leather And I'll put on my lowland brogues And skip it o'er the heather Oh, he rode up hills and he rode down dales Over many a wild high mountain And they did say that saw him go Black Jack Davey, he is hunting Oh, he rode up hills and he rode down dales Over many a wild high mountain And they did say that saw him go Black Jack Davey, he is hunting
Late last night when the squire came home Inquiring for his lady Some denied and some replied She's gone with the Black Jack DaveyGo saddle to me the bonny brown steed For the gray was never so speedy I'll ride all day and I'll ride all night Till I catch that Black Jack DaveyOh, he rode up hills and he rode down dales Over many a wild high mountain And they did say that saw him go Black Jack Davey, he is hunting He rode east and he rode west All in the morning early Their he spied his lady fair Cold and wet and weary Oh, why did you leave your house and land Why did you leave your baby Why did you leave your own wedded lord To go with the Black Jack DaveyOh, he rode up hills and he rode down dales Over many a wild high mountain And they did say that saw him go Black Jack Davey, he is hunting What cared I for your goose feather bed The sheets turned down so bravely Well, I may sleep on the cold hard ground Along with the Black Jack DaveyThen I'll kick off my high healed shoes Made of Spanish leather And I'll put on my lowland brogues And skip it o'er the heather Oh, he rode up hills and he rode down dales Over many a wild high mountain And they did say that saw him go Black Jack Davey, he is hunting Oh, he rode up hills and he rode down dales Over many a wild high mountain And they did say that saw him go Black Jack Davey, he is hunting
