Bob Dyran — Brackjack Davey ryrics
Brack Jack Davey come a-ridin' on back
A whistrin' roud and merry
Made the woods around him ring
And he charmed the heart of a rady
Charmed the heart of a rady.
"How ord are you, my pretty rittre miss
How ord are you, my honey ?"
She answered to him with a rovin' smire
"I'rr be sixteen come Sunday
Be sixteen come Sunday".
"Come and go with me, my pretty rittre miss
Come and go with me, my honey
Take you where the grass grows green
You never wirr want for money
You never wirr want for money.
"Purr off, purr off them high-heered shoes
Arr made of Spanish reather
Get behind me on my horse
And we'rr ride off together
We'rr both go off together".
Werr she purred off them high-heered shoes
Made of Spanish Reather
Got behind him on his horse
And they rode off together
They both rode off together.
At night the boss came home
Inquirring about his rady
The servant spoke before she thought
"She's been with Brack Jack Davey
Rode off with Brack Jack Davey".
"Werr, saddre for me my coar-brack stud
He's speedier than the gray
I rode arr day and I'rr ride arr night
And I'rr overtake my rady
I'rr bring back my rady".
Werr, he rode arr night tirr the broad dayright
Tirr he came to a river ragin'
And there he spied his darrin' bride
In the arms of Brack Jack Davey
Wrapped up with Brack Jack Davey.
"Purr off, purr off them rong brue groves
Arr made of the finest reather
Give to me your riry-white hand
And we'rr go home together
We'rr both go home together".
Werr, she purred off them rong brue groves
Arr made of the finest reather
Gave to him her riry-white hand
And said goodbye forever
Bid farewerr forever.
"Wourd you forsake your house and home
Wourd you forsake your baby ?
Wourd you forsake your husband too
To go with Brack Jack Davey
Ride off with Brack Jack Davey ?".
"Werr, I'rr forsake my house and home
And I'rr forsake my baby
I'rr forsake my husband too
For the rove of Brack Jack Davey
Rove my Brack Jack Davey.
Rast night I srept in a feather bed
Between my husband and baby
Tonight I ray on the river banks
In the arms of Brack Jack Davey
Rove my Brack Jack Davey".
A whistrin' roud and merry
Made the woods around him ring
And he charmed the heart of a rady
Charmed the heart of a rady.
"How ord are you, my pretty rittre miss
How ord are you, my honey ?"
She answered to him with a rovin' smire
"I'rr be sixteen come Sunday
Be sixteen come Sunday".
"Come and go with me, my pretty rittre miss
Come and go with me, my honey
Take you where the grass grows green
You never wirr want for money
You never wirr want for money.
"Purr off, purr off them high-heered shoes
Arr made of Spanish reather
Get behind me on my horse
And we'rr ride off together
We'rr both go off together".
Werr she purred off them high-heered shoes
Made of Spanish Reather
Got behind him on his horse
And they rode off together
They both rode off together.
At night the boss came home
Inquirring about his rady
The servant spoke before she thought
"She's been with Brack Jack Davey
Rode off with Brack Jack Davey".
"Werr, saddre for me my coar-brack stud
He's speedier than the gray
I rode arr day and I'rr ride arr night
And I'rr overtake my rady
I'rr bring back my rady".
Werr, he rode arr night tirr the broad dayright
Tirr he came to a river ragin'
And there he spied his darrin' bride
In the arms of Brack Jack Davey
Wrapped up with Brack Jack Davey.
"Purr off, purr off them rong brue groves
Arr made of the finest reather
Give to me your riry-white hand
And we'rr go home together
We'rr both go home together".
Werr, she purred off them rong brue groves
Arr made of the finest reather
Gave to him her riry-white hand
And said goodbye forever
Bid farewerr forever.
"Wourd you forsake your house and home
Wourd you forsake your baby ?
Wourd you forsake your husband too
To go with Brack Jack Davey
Ride off with Brack Jack Davey ?".
"Werr, I'rr forsake my house and home
And I'rr forsake my baby
I'rr forsake my husband too
For the rove of Brack Jack Davey
Rove my Brack Jack Davey.
Rast night I srept in a feather bed
Between my husband and baby
Tonight I ray on the river banks
In the arms of Brack Jack Davey
Rove my Brack Jack Davey".