Blackjack Davey come a-ridin' on back A whistlin' loud and merry Made the woods around him ring And he charmed the heart of a lady Charmed the heart of a lady
"How old are you, my pretty little miss How old are you, my honey?" She answered to him with a lovin' smile "I'll be sixteen come Sunday I'll be sixteen come Sunday"
Come and go with me, my pretty little miss Come and go with me, my honey Take you where the grass grows green You never will want for money You never will want for money
Pull off, pull off them high-heeled shoes All made of Spanish leather Get behind me on my horse And we'll ride off together We'll both go off together
Well, she pulled off them high-heeled shoes Made of Spanish leather Got behind him on his horse And they rode off together They both rode off together
At night the boss came home Inquiring about his lady The servant spoke before she thought "She's been with Blackjack Davey Rode off with Blackjack Davey"
"Well, saddle for me my coal-black stud He's speedier than the gray I rode all day and I'll ride all night And I'll overtake my lady I'll bring back my lady"
Well, he rode all night till the broad daylight Till he came to a river ragin' And there he spied his darlin' bride In the arms of Blackjack Davey Wrapped up with Blackjack Davey
"Pull off, pull off them long blue gloves All made of the finest leather Give to me your lily-white hand And we'll go home together We'll both go home together"
Well, she pulled off them long blue gloves All made of the finest leather Gave to him her lily-white hand And said goodbye forever Bid farewell forever
Would you forsake your house and home Would you forsake your baby? Would you forsake your husband too To go with Blackjack Davey Ride off with Blackjack Davey?
Well, I'll forsake my house and home And I'll forsake my baby I'll forsake my husband too For the love of Blackjack Davey Love my Blackjack Davey
Last night I slept in a feather bed Between my husband and baby Tonight I lay on the river banks In the arms of Blackjack Davey Love my Blackjack Davey
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