Black Jack's Lady

Heather Alexander

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    Two horses trails within the grass,
    a gypsy man and his bonny wee lass,
    They're heading for the Hedgeford Pass
    'Tis none but the Black Jack Davy!
    The moon light glitters like his grin,
    The lass lays back and she welcomes him in,
    For to love this way could ne'er be sin
    'Cause she now is the Black Jack's Lady

    They love all night and with the dawn,
    the lady wakes and her Davy is gone
    What a fool she's been to have tagged along
    And be known as the Black Jack's Lady!

    She's gathered up her goods and gear
    Her current path is now crystal clear
    'Cause a vow she's sworn for to conjure fear
    In the heart of the Black Jack Davy
    With stolen horse and a sword as well
    Revenge has cast it's unbreakable spell
    And she rides all night like a spawn, from hell
    On the path of the Black Jack Davy

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    She rides o'er hill and rides o'er ,dale
    With silver sword and a stallion pale
    On the winds you can hear the ban-sidhe wail-
    'Tis the cry of the Black Jack's Lady!

    Her hair is like the setting sun
    Her grace and speed they are rivaled by none
    But you soon shall rue the deed you have done
    If you lie with the Black Jack's Lady
    Her face is fair, her breath is sweet
    But do not fall for her cunning deceit
    For she'll slice you wide from your head to feet
    'Tis the way of the Black Jack's Lady

    Black Jack Davy, turn yourself around!
    Else your Lady will lay you in the cold hard ground!

    And now upon each dark-moon night
    With eyes ablaze though they never give light
    Riding horseback with her sword-blade bright
    Goes the form of the Black Jack's Lady
    So lock your doors, inside to stay
    Young men best keep out of her way
    For there's none can stop her sword they say
    Or the ride of the Black Jack's Lady

    She rides o'er hill and rides o'er ,dale
    With silver sword and a stallion pale
    On the winds you can hear the ban-sidhe wail-
    'Tis the cry of the Black Jack's Lady!
    Young men, best be strong and true
    Be faithful in the loving you do
    Or else let gods have pity on you
    If you meet with the Black Jack's Lady!

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