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
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
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
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
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 huntingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
