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  • Late last night when the squire came home
    Enquiring for his lady
    Some denied and some replied
    She's gone with the Black Jack Davy
    Go saddle to me the bonny brown steed
    For the grey was never so speedy
    I'll ride all day and I'll ride all night
    Till I catch that Black Jack Davy
    Chorus
    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 Davy he is hunting
    He rode east and he rode west
    All in the morning early
    Until he spied his lady fair
    Cold and wet and weary
    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 Davy
    Chorus
    What care I for your goose feather bed
    With the sheets turned down so bravely
    Well I may sleep on the cold hard ground
    Along with the Black Jack Davy
    Then I'll kick off my high healed shoes
    Made of the Spanish leather
    And I'll put on my lowland brogues
    And skip it o'er the heather
    Chorus
  • Late last night when the squire came home
    Enquiring for his lady
    Some denied and some replied
    She's gone with the Black Jack Davy
    Go saddle to me the bonny brown steed
    For the grey was never so speedy
    I'll ride all day and I'll ride all night
    Till I catch that Black Jack Davy
    Chorus
    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 Davy he is hunting
    He rode east and he rode west
    All in the morning early
    Until he spied his lady fair
    Cold and wet and weary
    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 Davy
    Chorus
    What care I for your goose feather bed
    With the sheets turned down so bravely
    Well I may sleep on the cold hard ground
    Along with the Black Jack Davy
    Then I'll kick off my high healed shoes
    Made of the Spanish leather
    And I'll put on my lowland brogues
    And skip it o'er the heather
    Chorus