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


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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

Chorus


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

Chorus