Gypsy Laddie, Lyric Variant 02
 


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Title

Gypsy Laddie, Lyric Variant 02

Description

This item is part of the I. G. Greer Folksong Collection which consists of more than 300 individual song titles and their variants as collected by Isaac Garfield Greer (1881-1967) from informants, primarily in Ashe, Wilkes and Watauga counties. The collection includes manuscripts, typescript transcriptions produced by Dr. Greer’s clerical staff, and handwritten musical notations. Songs range from traditional Child Ballads, traditional English and Scottish ballads as well as their American variants, to 19th century popular music to musical compositions of local origin.

Subject

Ballads, English
Ballads, Irish
Adultery--Songs and music

Alternative Title

Gypsy Davie

Publisher

W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

Contributor

Greer, I. G. (Isaac Garfield), 1881-1967

Format

PDF

Language

English

Type

Text

Transcription

Black Jack Davy

Black Jack Davy come ridin’ through the woods,
Singin’ so loud and merry
That the green hills all around him 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 lady?"
She answered him with a "Gee, he, he",
I’ll be sixteen next summer,
I’ll be sixteen next summer".

"Come, go with me, my pretty little miss,
Come, go with me, my lady
I’ll take you across the deep blue sea,
Where you never shall want for money,
Where you never shall want for money.

"Won’t you pull off those high-heeled shoes,
All made of Spanish leather
Won’t you put on some low-heeled shoes,
And we’ll ride off together,
And we’ll ride off together."

She soon pulled off those high-heeled shoes,
All made of Spanish leather,
She put on those low-heeled shoes,
And they rode off together,
And they rode off together.

‘Twas late at night when the land-lord came,
Inquirin’ for his lady.
He was posted by a fair young maid:
"She’s gone with Black Jack Davy,
She’s gone with Black Jack Davy".

"Go saddle me my noble steed,
Go saddle me my derby
I’ll ride to the east, I’ll ride to the west,
Or overtake my lady,
Or overtake my lady."

He rode till he came to the deep below,
The stream was deep and muddy.
Tears came trickling’ down his cheeks
For there he spied his lady,
For there he spied his lady.

"How can you leaver your house and land,
How can you leave your baby,
How can you leave your husband dear,
To go with Black Jack Davy,
To go with Black Jack Davy?"

"Very well can I leave my house and land,
Very well can I leave my baby,
Much better can I leave my husband, dear,
To go with Black Jack Davy,
To go with Black Jack Davy."

Last night I lay on a feather bed,
Beside my husband and baby,
Tonight I lay on the cold damp ground,
Beside the Black Jack Davy,
Beside the Black Jack Davy.

Scholarly Classification

Child, 200 Brown, Older Ballads - Mostly British - 37 Randolph, 27 Cox, 21

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