And the call me Black Jack, Black Jack Davy
Three long years have passed and gone, three long years I missed her,
three long years since I held her close and longer since I kissed her.
Now I ride the hills both night and day, looking for my lady
and the people of the town if I come their way they call me Black Jack Davy
Chorus: And they call me Black Jack, Black Jack Davy
'cos I ride the hills in search of a fair, young lady.
And they call me Black Jack, Black Jack Davy
and I ride the hills until I find my lady.
It was only three short years ago although it seemed forever.
Off she road with the gipsy lad through the wild wood and the heather.
Now the men folk see me ride through the night, standing close to their ladies,
for as I gallopp through the soft moon light they call me Black Jack Davy.
Then one night I awoke in fright when she was not beside me
but the glimmer of the light through the thick grown trees was all I had to guide me.
Then I rode all night 'til the morning light looking for my lady,
taking away by the midnight gold, away from Black Jack Davy.
The years have come and the years have gone and through the midnight lonely
rides the shape of a broken man, looking for his only
and the people of the town if you ask them yet, they swear by their youngest baby,
that the ghost beside on the dark midnight is the gipsy Black Jack Davy.