Lyrics:
Late last night when the squire came homeEnquiring for his ladySome denied and some repliedShe's gone with the Black Jack DavyGo saddle to me the bonny brown steedFor the grey was never so speedyI'll ride all day and I'll ride all nightTill I catch that Black Jack DavyChorusHe rode up hills and he rode down dalesOver many a wild high mountainAnd they did say that saw him goBlack Jack Davy he is huntingHe rode east and he rode westAll in the morning earlyUntil he spied his lady fairCold and wet and wearyWhy did you leave your house and landWhy did you leave your babyWhy did you leave your own wedded lordTo go with the Black Jack DavyChorusWhat care I for your goose feather bedWith the sheets turned down so bravelyWell I may sleep on the cold hard groundAlong with the Black Jack DavyThen I'll kick off my high healed shoesMade of the Spanish leatherAnd I'll put on my lowland broguesAnd skip it o'er the heatherChorus