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Late last night when the squire came home
Inquiring for his lady
Some denied and some replied
She's gone with the Black Jack Davey
Inquiring for his lady
Some denied and some replied
She's gone with the Black Jack Davey
Since Bob Dylan is a known nicker, especially of folk traditionals, I believe he nicked the descriptive 'Spanish Leather' from 'Black Jack Davy' for his own 'Boots of Spanish Leather' back in the early 60s. Through the magic of the internet, I now see that author Michael Grey Song & Dance Man III: The Art of Bob Dylan has also postulated the same theory. To go with the Black Jack Davey. Oh, he rode up hills and he rode down dales Over many a wild high mountain And they did say that saw him go Black Jack Davey, he is hunting. What cared I for your goose feather bed The sheets turned down so bravely Well, I may sleep on the cold hard ground Along with the Black Jack Davey. Then I'll kick off my. Black jack davy lyrics: Late last night when the squire came home Enquiring for his lady Some denied and some replied She's gone with the Black Jack Davy Go saddle to me the bonny brown steed For the grey was never so s.
Go saddle to me the bonny brown steed
For the gray was never so speedy
I'll ride all day and I'll ride all night
Till I catch that Black Jack Davey
For the gray was never so speedy
I'll ride all day and I'll ride all night
Till I catch that Black Jack Davey
Black Jack Davy Lyrics: Late last night when the squire came home / Enquiring for his lady / Some denied and some replied / She's gone with the Black Jack Davy / Go saddle to me the bonny brown steed. Nov 07, 2011 'Till I catch that Black Jack Davy Ch. He rode up hills and he rode down dales Over a many a wild high mountain And they did say that saw him go Black Jack Davy he is hunting He rode east and he. He was 1st Runner up to FCGD Mike's Bayou Current Little Joe in the Deep South and Southern States in 2012. Most think of Big Jon as being all Blackcreek, but he actually had an outcross of Shorts breeding on his bottom side. Mike's Bayou Current Little Joe was bred opposite, he is Shorts on top and Blackcreek on the Bottom side. 'The Raggle Taggle Gypsy' (Roud 1, Child 200), is a traditional folk song that originated as a Scottish border ballad, and has been popular throughout Britain, Ireland and North America.
Oh, he rode up hills and he rode down dales
Over many a wild high mountain
And they did say that saw him go
Black Jack Davey, he is hunting
Over many a wild high mountain
And they did say that saw him go
Black Jack Davey, he is hunting
He rode east and he rode west
All in the morning early
Their he spied his lady fair
Cold and wet and weary
All in the morning early
Their he spied his lady fair
Cold and wet and weary
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Oh, why did you leave your house and land
Why did you leave your baby
Why did you leave your own wedded lord
To go with the Black Jack Davey
Why did you leave your baby
Why did you leave your own wedded lord
To go with the Black Jack Davey
Oh, he rode up hills and he rode down dales
Over many a wild high mountain
And they did say that saw him go
Black Jack Davey, he is hunting
Over many a wild high mountain
And they did say that saw him go
Black Jack Davey, he is hunting
What cared I for your goose feather bed
The sheets turned down so bravely
Well, I may sleep on the cold hard ground
Along with the Black Jack Davey
The sheets turned down so bravely
Well, I may sleep on the cold hard ground
Along with the Black Jack Davey
Then I'll kick off my high healed shoes
Made of Spanish leather
And I'll put on my lowland brogues
And skip it o'er the heather
Made of Spanish leather
And I'll put on my lowland brogues
And skip it o'er the heather
Oh, he rode up hills and he rode down dales
Over many a wild high mountain
And they did say that saw him go
Black Jack Davey, he is hunting
Over many a wild high mountain
And they did say that saw him go
Black Jack Davey, he is hunting
Oh, he rode up hills and he rode down dales
Over many a wild high mountain
And they did say that saw him go
Black Jack Davey, he is hunting
Over many a wild high mountain
And they did say that saw him go
Black Jack Davey, he is hunting
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Late last night when the squire came home,
Enquiering for his lady
Some denied and some replied
She's gone with Black Jack Davy
Enquiering for his lady
Some denied and some replied
She's gone with Black Jack Davy
Go saddle to me the bony brown steed
For the grey was never so speedy
I'll ride all day and I'll ride all night
Till I catch that Black Jack Davy
For the grey was never so speedy
I'll ride all day and I'll ride all night
Till I catch that Black Jack Davy
He rode up hills and he rode down dales
Over many a wild high mountain
And they did say that saw him go
Black Jack Davey he is hunting
Over many a wild high mountain
And they did say that saw him go
Black Jack Davey he is hunting
He rode east and he rode west
All in the morning early
Until he spied his lady fair
Cold and wet and weary
All in the morning early
Until he spied his lady fair
Cold and wet and weary
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Why did you leave your house and land
Why did you leave your baby
Why did you leave your own wedded lord
To go with the Black Jack Davey
Why did you leave your baby
Why did you leave your own wedded lord
To go with the Black Jack Davey
He rode up hills and he rode down dales
Over many a wild high mountain
And they did say that saw him go
Black Jack Davey he is hunting
Over many a wild high mountain
And they did say that saw him go
Black Jack Davey he is hunting
Black Jack Davey Chords
What care I for your goose feather bed
With the sheets turned down so bravely
Well I may sleep on the cold hard ground
Along with the Black Jack Davey
With the sheets turned down so bravely
Well I may sleep on the cold hard ground
Along with the Black Jack Davey
Then I'll kick off my high heeled shoes
Made of the Spanish leather
And I'll put on my lowland brogues
And skip it o'er the heather
Made of the Spanish leather
And I'll put on my lowland brogues
And skip it o'er the heather
Black Jack Davey He Is Hunting Good
He rode up hills and he rode down dales
Over many a wild high mountain
And they did say that saw him go
Black Jack Davey he is hunting.