Black Jack Davey - Steeleye Span

Late last night when the squire came home

Inquiring for his lady

Some denied and some replied

She’s gone with the Black Jack Davey

Go saddle to me the bonny brown steed

For the gray was never so speedy

I’ll ride all day and I’ll ride all night

Till I catch that Black Jack Davey

Oh, 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 Davey, he is hunting

He rode east and he rode west

All in the morning early

Their he spied his lady fair

Cold and wet and weary

Oh, 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 Davey

Oh, 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 Davey, he is hunting

What cared I for your goose feather bed

The sheets turned down so bravely

Well, I may sleep on the cold hard ground

Along with the Black Jack Davey

Then I’ll kick off my high healed shoes

Made of Spanish leather

And I’ll put on my lowland brogues

And skip it o’er the heather

Oh, 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 Davey, he is hunting

Oh, 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 Davey, he is hunting