Black Jack David came runnin
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,
I'll be sixteen next Sunday."
Come go with me, my pretty little miss,
come go with, me my honey !
I'll take you across the deep blue sea,
for you never shall want for money,
where you never shall want for money.
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,
and they both rode off together.
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,
by the side of Black Jack David.
Composição: A.P. Carter