Late last night when the squire came home inquiring for his lady,
Some denied and some replied, "She's gone with Black Jack Davy."
"Oh saddle to me the bonnie brown steed,
the grey was never so speedy.
I'll ride all day and I'll ride all night til 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 til in the morning early,
there he spied his lady fair, cold and wet and weary.
"Oh why did you leave your own wedded lord? Why did you leave your baby?
Why did you leave your house and land to go with Black Jack Davy?"
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"What care I for your goose feather bed, your sheets turned down so bravely?
When I may sleep on the cold hard ground along with Black Jack Davy?
I'll kick off my high heeled shoes made of Spanish leather,
and I'll put on my lowland brogues and skip it o'er the heather.
Chorus