Black Jack Davey come a running through the woods Singing so loud and gaily Made the hills a round him ring Then 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 Answered him with a silly little smile I'll be sixteen next Sunday, 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 Where 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 her low heeled shoes And they both went off together, both went off together Last night I lay on a warm feather bed Side my husband and baby Today I lay on the cold, cold ground Side of Black Jack Davey, side of Black Jack Davey