Mighty Poplar – Blackjack Davy

Mighty Poplar – Blackjack Davy Lyrics

Artist: Mighty Poplar
Song: Blackjack Davy

Well, Black Jack Davey came a-riden’ through the woods
Singin’ so loud and gayly
Made the hills around him ring
And he charmed the heart of a lady

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 thirty-two next Sunday
Be twenty-four next Sunday”
“Come and go with me, my pretty little miss
Come and go with me, my honey

I’ll take you ‘cross the deep blue sea
Where you never shall want for money
Never gonna want for any money”
She pulled off her high-heeled shoes

Made of the prettiest leather
And put on her travelin’ boots
And they rode off together
They rode off together

Last night she lay on a fine feather bed
Beside her husband and baby
But tonight she’ll lay on the cold, cold ground
Beside ol’ Black Jack Davey

Beside ol’ Black Jack Davey
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Release Year: 2023