Blackjack Davey come a-ridin' on back   A whistlin' loud and merry   Made the woods 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 to him with a lovin' smile   "I'll be sixteen come Sunday   I'll be sixteen come Sunday"      Come and go with me, my pretty little miss   Come and go with me, my honey   Take you where the grass grows green   You never will want for money   You never will want for money      Pull off, pull off them high-heeled shoes   All made of Spanish leather   Get behind me on my horse   And we'll ride off together   We'll both go off together      Well, she pulled off them high-heeled shoes   Made of Spanish leather   Got behind him on his horse   And they rode off together   They both rode off together      At night the boss came home   Inquiring about his lady   The servant spoke before she thought   "She's been with Blackjack Davey   Rode off with Blackjack Davey"      "Well, saddle for me my coal-black stud   He's speedier than the gray   I rode all day and I'll ride all night   And I'll overtake my lady   I'll bring back my lady"      Well, he rode all night till the broad daylight   Till he came to a river ragin'   And there he spied his darlin' bride   In the arms of Blackjack Davey   Wrapped up with Blackjack Davey      "Pull off, pull off them long blue gloves   All made of the finest leather   Give to me your lily-white hand   And we'll go home together   We'll both go home together"      Well, she pulled off them long blue gloves   All made of the finest leather   Gave to him her lily-white hand   And said goodbye forever   Bid farewell forever      Would you forsake your house and home   Would you forsake your baby?   Would you forsake your husband too   To go with Blackjack Davey   Ride off with Blackjack Davey?      Well, I'll forsake my house and home   And I'll forsake my baby   I'll forsake my husband too   For the love of Blackjack Davey   Love my Blackjack Davey      Last night I slept in a feather bed   Between my husband and baby   Tonight I lay on the river banks   In the arms of Blackjack Davey   Love my Blackjack Davey