Heather Alexander: Black Jack's Lady

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

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!