Lyrics: Traditional
Music: Traditional
Sung by Robert Hunter (with Larry Klein) on 10 October 1978. It's part of a much longer traditional ballad with many variations (including a version recorded by Bob Dylan)
Black Jack Davy came riding out
Sang so loud and gaily
Played and sang till the greenwood rang
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 serious smile
I'll be sixteen on Sunday
I'll be sixteen on Sunday
Well come 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
You never shall want for money
Last night I slept in a warm feather bed
Beside my husband and baby
Tonight I'll sleep on the cold cold ground
By the side of the Gypsy Davey
By the side of Black Jack Davey