BLACK JACK DAVID
(Smith)
WARREN SMITH (SUN 250, 1956)

Black Jack David come around through the woods
Singing so loud and merry
His voice kept a-ringing through the green, green trees
He spied a fair-haired maiden
He spied a fair-haired maiden

Would you forsake your husband, dear
Would you forsake your baby
Would you forsake your fine, fine home
And go with a Black Jack David
Go with Black Jack David?

No dear Jack I can not go
Away and leave my baby
I can not forsake my husband and home
And go with you Black Jack David
Go with you Black Jack David

Listen dear lass, my name is Jack
I've come from afar
Looking for a fair-haired lass like you
Won't you come and be my bride
Come and be my bride

Yes, I'll forsake my husband, dear
And I'll forsake my baby
I'll forsake my fine, fine home
And go with you Black Jack David
Go with you Black Jack David

Last night she slept on a fine, feathered bed
Beside her husband and baby
Tonight she slept on the cold, cold ground
Beside old Black Jack David
Beside old Black Jack David

 
 
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