Black Jack Damon come a -ridin' by,
singin' so sweet and gaily
Made the green woods around him ring
to charm the heart of a lady,
to charm the heart of a lady
How old are you, my
pretty little miss?
How old are you, my honey?
If I don't die from the morn of love,
I'll be sixteen next Sunday,
I'll be sixteen next Sunday.
Well, I'd forsake my house and land,
and I'd forsake my baby,
And I'd forsake my new wedlord
to stay with the blackjack Davy,
To stay with the blackjack Davy.
She pulled off her high -heeled shoes,
they were made of Spanish leather,
She pulled on her low -heeled shoes,
and they both rode off together,
They both rode off together.
Last night I slept on
the warmth of the bed
between my husband and baby.
Tonight I lay on the cold, ground
beside that blackjack baby,
Beside that blackjack baby.
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