Black Jack Davy Songtext
von Steeleye Span
Black Jack Davy Songtext
Late last night when the squire came home
Enquiering for his lady
Some denied and some replied
"She′s gone with 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 Davey 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 Davey?"
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 care I for your goose feather bed
With the sheets turned down so bravely
When I may sleep on the cold hard ground
Along with Black Jack Davy
Then I'll kick off my high-heeled 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 Davey he is hunting
Enquiering for his lady
Some denied and some replied
"She′s gone with 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 Davey 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 Davey?"
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 care I for your goose feather bed
With the sheets turned down so bravely
When I may sleep on the cold hard ground
Along with Black Jack Davy
Then I'll kick off my high-heeled 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 Davey he is hunting
Writer(s): Robert Johnson, Maddy Prior, Nigel Pegrum, Rick Kemp, Tim Hart, Peter Knight Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com