Black Jack Davey came a-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,(x2) 
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,(x2) 
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,(x2) 
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,(x2) 
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