Blackjack Davey came riding by, Whistling so merrily He made the woods all around him ring And he charmed the heart of a lady And he charmed the heart of a lady
Come with me my pretty little one, Come with me my honey I swear by the beard upon my face You'll never want for money You'll never want for money
She took off her high heeled boots, Made of spanish leather Jumped behind him on his horse And they rode off together And they rode off together
That night her husband, he came home, Looking for his lady The maid she spoke before she thought She's gone with the Blackjack Davey She's gone with the Blackjack Davey
Saddle me up my coal black steed, The white one's not so speedy I rode all day, and I'll ride all night And I'll overtake my lady And I'll overtake my lady
He rode all night till the broad daylight, The come to the river shady And there he spied his own sweet bride In the arms of Blackjack Davey In the arms of Blackjack Davey
Would you forsake your house and home, Would you forsake your baby Would you forsake your own wedded lord To ride with the Blackjack Davey To ride with the Blackjack Davey
Last night I slept in a goosefeather bed, Beside my husband and baby Tonight I sleep on the cold, cold ground In the arms of Blackjack Davey In the arms of Blackjack Davey
A new world version of the traditional Gypsy Davey song with a tune from Almeda Riddle. Child #200 DC