Hurray For the Riff Raff - Black jack davey

^GBlack Jack Davey came ridin' through the woods He was singin' so^C loud and gaily ^GMade the hills around him ^Emring And He ^GCharmed the heart of a lady ^GCharmed the heart of a lady

^G"How old are you, my pretty little ^Cmiss ^GHow old are you, my ^Emhoney?" ^GShe answered to him with a silly little ^Csmile "I’ll be ^Gsixteen next Sunday ^GBe sixteen next Sunday"

^G"Come, go with me, my pretty little ^Cmiss ^GCome, go with me, my ^Emhoney Take you ^Gacross the dark dark sea ^GYou never shall want for money ^GNever shall want for money"

^GWell she pulled of them high-heeled ^Cboots ^GThey were made of Spanish ^Emleather She put ^Gon her low-heeled shoes And they ^Grode off together ^GThey both rode off together

^GLast night I slept on a warm feather ^Cbed ^GBeside my husband and ^Embaby ^GTonight I sleep on the cold cold ^Cground ^GBeside the Black Jack Davey ^GPretty little Black Jack Davey

^GBlack Jack Davey came ridin' through the woods He was singin' so loud and ^Cgaily ^GMade the hills around him ^Emring and he ^Gcharmed the heart of a lady ^GCharmed the heart of a lady