Lyr. Add: BLACK JACK DAVY

Come go with me, my pretty little pink,
Come go with me, my honey;
Come go with me to a distant land
Where we never will need for money,
Where we never will need for money.

The river slow, the heather bright,
The sky is low and hazy,
But ere the morning dawns again
You'll be gone with Black Jack Davy,
You'll be gone with Black Jack Davy.

Go bring me out my high heel shoes
That's made of Spanish leather,
And I will wear them out today
For flowers at the distant heather,
For flowers at the distant heather.

Go bring me out my milk-white horse
Which rides so light and steady;
I'll ride all day and I'll ride all night
Till I overtake my lady.

D. Hogan, West Plains, MO, High School, who "got it from an old lady."
"Five Old-Country Ballads," Kittredge, JAFL 25, 1912, pp. 171-177.