| Blackjack David came a-ridin' through the wood
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| Singin' so loud and merry
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| His voice was a-ringin' through the green, green fields
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| And he spied a fair-haired maiden
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| Spied a fair-haired maiden
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| «Listen here lass my name is Jack
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| And I come from afar
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| Lookin' for a fair-haired lass like you
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| Won’t you come and be my bride
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| Come and be my bride?»
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| «Now would you forsake your husband, dear
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| Would you forsake your baby
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| Would you forsake your fine, fine home
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| To go with a Blackjack David
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| Go with Blackjack David?»
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| «Yes, I’d forsake my husband, dear
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| And I’d forsake my baby
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| And I’d forsake my fine, fine home
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| Just to go with you Blackjack David
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| Go with you Blackjack David.»
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| She put on her high-heeled boots
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| Made of Spanish leather
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| And he pulled her up behind him then
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| And they both rode off together
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| Both rode off together
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| Well last night she slept in a fine, fine bed
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| Beside her husband and baby
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| Tonight she sleeps on a cold, cold ground
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| Beside old Blackjack David
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| Beside old Blackjack David
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| Beside old Blackjack David
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| Beside old Blackjack David |