Blackjack Davey Songtext
von Steeleye Span
Blackjack Davey Songtext
Late last night when the squire came home
Inquiring for his lady
Some denied and some replied
She′s gone with the Black Jack Davey
Go saddle to me the bonny brown steed
For the gray was never so speedy
I'll ride all day and I′ll ride all night
Till I catch that Black Jack Davey
Oh, 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
Their he spied his lady fair
Cold and wet and weary
Oh, 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
Oh, 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
The sheets turned down so bravely
Well, I may sleep on the cold hard ground
Along with the Black Jack Davey
Then I'll kick off my high healed shoes
Made of Spanish leather
And I'll put on my lowland brogues
And skip it o′er the heather
Oh, 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
Oh, 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
Inquiring for his lady
Some denied and some replied
She′s gone with the Black Jack Davey
Go saddle to me the bonny brown steed
For the gray was never so speedy
I'll ride all day and I′ll ride all night
Till I catch that Black Jack Davey
Oh, 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
Their he spied his lady fair
Cold and wet and weary
Oh, 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
Oh, 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
The sheets turned down so bravely
Well, I may sleep on the cold hard ground
Along with the Black Jack Davey
Then I'll kick off my high healed shoes
Made of Spanish leather
And I'll put on my lowland brogues
And skip it o′er the heather
Oh, 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
Oh, 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
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