Black Jack Davy- Bell (AR) 1969 Hunter B
[My letter designation, Hunter B. From the Max Hunter Folk Song Collection; Cat. #0831 (MFH #39). Minor editing has been done to the transcriptions - a recording may be heard online.
Listen: http://maxhunter.missouristate.edu/songinformation.aspx?ID=0831
R. Matteson 2015]
Black Jack Davy- As sung by Sara Jo Bell, Harrison, Arkansas on August 25, 1969.
VERSE 1
Black Jack Davy came over the hills
An' he sang, an' he sang so boldly
Sang so loud he made the hills ring
An' he charmed the heart of a lady
An' he charmed the heart of a lady
VERSE 2
Come go with me my pretty little miss
Come go with me my honey
I'll swear by the pistol hangin' by my side
You never shall want for money
You never shall want for money
VERSE 3
She put on her sky blue gloves
All made of Spanish leather
She gave to him her little white hand
And down the road together
And down the road together
VERSE 4
When this young man came home that night
Inquirin' of his lady
Servant maid just replied,
She's gone with Black Jack Davy
She's gone with Black Jack Davy
VERSE 5
Go saddle up my coal black horse
Th roans are not so speedy
I'll ride all day an' I'll ride all night
An' I'll overtake my lady
An' I'll overtake my lady
VERSE 6
Well, he rode all day and he rode all night
The moon was shinin' brightly
The tears came trinklin' down his cheeks
An' there he spied his lady
An' there he spied his lady
VERSE 7
How can you forsaken your house an' home
How can you forsaken your baby
How can you forsaken your own dear one
An' go with the Black Jack Davy
An' go with the Black Jack Davy
VERSE 8
Very well can I forsaken my house an' home
Very well can I forsaken my baby
Very well can I forsaken my own true one
An' go with the Black Jack Davy
An' go with the Black Jack Davy
VERSE 9
She put on her sky blue gloves
All made of Spanish leather
She waved to him her little white hand
So fare-the-well forever
So fare-the-well forever
VERSE 10
Last night you slept on a warm feather bed
Beside of me an' the baby
Tonight you'll sleep on a cold, cold ground
In the arms of the Black Jack Davy
In the arms of the Black Jack Davy