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24 Sep 05 - 04:37 PM (#1569942) Subject: Lyr Req: Sheila Kay Adams' Black Jack Davy #200 From: Roberto Black Jack Davy Sheila Kay Adams, My Dearest Dear, Granny Dell Records 1220, 2000. Learned from Inez Chandler, she called it The Gypsum Laddie or Gypsy Davy. Please, help correct this transcription. I've put a question mark where cI'm not sure. R It was late one night when the squire come home Inquiring for his lady His servant man made a sure reply: She's gone with the Black Jack Davy Rattle tum a gypsy gypsy Rattle tum a gypsy Davy O go and saddle my milk-white steed And be both quick and speedy I'll ride all night till it's broad daylight Till I overtake my lady Rattle tum a gypsy gypsy Rattle tum a gypsy Davy He rode all night till he come to the town To the gates he rode so early The tears come a-rollin' down his cheeks And there he spied his lady Rattle tum a gypsy gypsy Rattle tum a gypsy Davy Come back, come back, my own true love Come back, come back, my honey I'll lock you up in my chamber so high Where the gypsies can't come nigh you Rattle tum a gypsy gypsy Rattle tum a gypsy Davy I won't come back as your own true love Nor I won't come back your honey I wouldn't trade (???) a kiss from the gypsy's Ìips For all your land and money Rattle tum a gypsy gypsy Rattle tum a gypsy Davy Can you forsake your house and land Will you forsake your baby? And will you forsake your own wedded lord And go with the Black Jack Davy? Rattle tum a gypsy gypsy Rattle tum a gypsy Davy O, I'll forsake my house and land I'll even forsake my baby Gladly will I forsake my own true lord To go with the Gypsy Davy Rattle tum a gypsy gypsy Rattle tum a gypsy Davy It's go and pull off them snow-white boots That's made of Spanish leather And give to me your lily-white hand And bid farewell forever Rattle tum a gypsy gypsy Rattle tum a gypsy Davy It's she pulled off her snow-white boots That's made of Spanish leather And she gave to him her lily-white hand And she said goodbyel forever Rattle tum a gypsy gypsy Rattle tum a gypsy Davy (???) Too nights ago (???) I laid on a feather-bed My husband he laid nigh me Tonight I lay on the cold hard ground In the arms of the Back Jack Davy Rattle tum a gypsy gypsy Rattle tum a gypsy Davy I did forsake so many fine things Fine silken gowns and money I did forsake my golden rings For the love of the Black Jack Davy Rattle tum a gypsum gypsum Rattle tum a gypsum Davy |
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24 Sep 05 - 06:00 PM (#1569972) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Sheila Kay Adams' Black Jack Davy #20 From: Susan of DT OK Roberto - I'll get out the CD and listen to the two of them and get back to you shortly. I just printed out your sets of words and will put the CD on. |
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24 Sep 05 - 06:19 PM (#1569983) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Sheila Kay Adams' Black Jack Davy #20 From: Susan of DT Not much to correct on this one. I agree with your guesses. I wouldn't trade a kiss... And I'LL bid forwell forever TWO nights ago I laid on a feather-bed |
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25 Sep 05 - 01:57 AM (#1570152) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Sheila Kay Adams' Black Jack Davy #200 From: Roberto Thank you, Susan. R |
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25 Sep 05 - 02:10 AM (#1570155) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Sheila Kay Adams' Black Jack Davy #200 From: Roberto And I'LL bid forwell forever: it seems she sings "then we'll bid farewell forever"... |
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25 Sep 05 - 03:27 AM (#1570167) Subject: ADD: Sheila Kay Adams' Black Jack Davy #20 From: Joe Offer I hear a few things different, but not significantly so. -Joe Offer- Black Jack Davy (as recorded by Sheila Kay Adams, My Dearest Dear CD) It was late one night when the squire come home Inquiring for his lady His servant man made a sure reply: She's gone with the Black Jack Davy Rattle tum a gypsy gypsy Rattle tum a gypsy Davy O go and saddle my milk-white steed And be both quick and speedy I'll ride all night till it's broad daylight Till I overtake my lady Rattle tum a gypsy gypsy Rattle tum a gypsy Davy He rode all night till he come to the town To the gates he rode so early The tears come a-rollin' down his cheeks And there he spied his lady Rattle tum a gypsy gypsy Rattle tum a gypsy Davy Come back, come back, my own true love Come back, come back, my honey I'll lock you up in my chamber so high Where the gypsies can't come nigh you Rattle tum a gypsy gypsy Rattle tum a gypsy Davy I won't come back as your own true love Nor I won't come back your honey I wouldn't trade a kiss from a gypsy's lips For all your land and money Rattle tum a gypsy gypsy Rattle tum a gypsy Davy Can you forsake your house and land Will you forsake your baby? And will you forsake your own wedded lord And go with the Black Jack Davy? Rattle tum a gypsy gypsy Rattle tum a gypsy Davy O, I'll forsake my house and land I'll even forsake my baby Gladly will I forsake my own true lord To go with the Gypsy Davy Rattle tum a gypsy gypsy Rattle tum a gypsy Davy It's go and pull off them snow-white boots That's made of Spanish leather And give to me your lily-white hand And we'll bid farewell forever Rattle tum a gypsy gypsy Rattle tum a gypsy Davy It's she pulled off her snow-white boots That's made of Spanish leather And she give to him her lily-white hand And she said goodbye forever Rattle tum a gypsy gypsy Rattle tum a gypsy Davy Two nights ago I laid on a feather-bed My husband he laid nigh me Tonight I lay on the cold hard ground In the arms of the Back Jack Davy Rattle tum a gypsy gypsy Rattle tum a gypsy Davy I did forsake so many fine things Fine silken gowns and money I did forsake my golden rings For the love of the Black Jack Davy Rattle tum a gypsum gypsum Rattle tum a gypsum Davy |