Black Jack David came runnin through the woods, and he sang so loud and gaily, made the hills around him ring, and he charmed the heart of a lady, and he charmed the heart of a lady. How old are you, my pretty little miss, how old are you, my honey ? She answered him with a silly little smile, "I'll be sixteen next Sunday, I'll be sixteen next Sunday." Come go with me, my pretty little miss, come go with, me my honey ! I'll take you across the deep blue sea, for you never shall want for money, where you never shall want for money. She pulled off her high-heeled shoes, they were made of Spanish leather. She put on those low-heeled shoes, and they both rode off together, and they both rode off together. Last night I lay on a warm feather bed, beside my husband and baby. Tonight I lay on the cold, cold ground, by the side of Black Jack David, by the side of Black Jack David.