Black Jack Davie- Rice (NC) c.1938 Lunsford Coll.
[My date, a guestimation. A MS from the Bascom Lamar Lunsford Collection, Box 71, First Folder. An other very similar version is found unattributed in a typed MS in Lunsford's Collection-- perhaps from a family member.
R. Matteson 2015]
Black Jack Davie- Blanche Rice; Robbinsville, Graham County, North Carolina
Black Jack Davie came singing through the woods,
He sang so loud and merrily;
He charmed the heart of a pretty little maid,
He charmed the heart [of a] lady
He charmed the heart of a lady.
"How old are you my pretty little maid?
How old are you my honey?"
She smiled with a tee-hee-ha,
"I'll be sixteen a Sunday,
I'll be sixteen a Sunday."
If you will come and go with me my honey,
Come go with me my honey;
We'll go to the deep, blue sea
Where we never shall want for money,
Where we never shall want for money.
She put on her high-heeled slippers,
Made of Spanish leather;
He put on his old cork boots,
And they rode off together,
And they rode off together.
When the land lord come,[1]
Inquiring for his lady,
He was answered by one of his maids:
"She's gone with the Black Jack Davie,
She's gone with the Black Jack Davie."
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1. This line is incomplete "It was late last night. . ." usually precedes it.