Black Jack David

Black Jack David came riding through the woods
 And he sang so loud and gaily
 Made the hills around him ring
 And he charmed the heart of a lady.
 And he charmed the heart of a lady.
 How old are you my pretty little miss
 How old are you my honey?
 She answered him with a silly little smile:
 I'll be sixteen next Sunday.
 I'll be sixteen next Sunday.
 Come go with me my pretty little miss
 Come go with me my honey
 I'll take you across the deep blue sea
 Where you never shall want for money.
 Where you never shall want for money.
 She pulled off her high-heeled shoes
 They were made of Spanish leather
 She put on those low-heeled shoes
 And they both rode off together.
 And they both rode off together.
 Last night I lay on a warm feather bed
 Beside my husband and baby
 Tonight I lay on the cold, cold ground
 By the side of Black Jack David.
 By the side of Black Jack David.