Black Jack David

Black Jack Davey come a running through the woods
 Singing so loud and gaily
 Made the hills a round him ring
 Then 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
 Answered him with a silly little smile
 I'll be sixteen next Sunday, 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 her low heeled shoes
 And they both went off together, both went off together
 Last night I lay on a warm feather bed
 Side my husband and baby
 Today I lay on the cold, cold ground
 Side of Black Jack Davey, side of Black Jack Davey