The Wraggle Taggle Gypsies, O!
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There were three gypsies come to my door
And downstairs ran this lady-o
One sung high and the other sung low
And the other sung bonny bonny Biscay-o
Then she pulled off her silk-finished gown
And put on hose of leather-o
The ragged ragged rags are about her door
She's gone with the raggle taggle gypsies-o
It was late late night when my lord came home
Enquiring for his lady-o
The servants said on every hand
She's gone with the raggle taggle gypsies-o
Oh saddle to me my milk-white steed
Go and fetch me my pony-o
That I may ride and seek my bride
Who's gone with the raggle taggle gypsies-o
Oh he rode high and he rode low
He rode through woods and copses too
Until he came to an open field
And there he espied his lady-o
What makes you leave your home and land?
What makes you leave your money-o?
What makes you leave your new-wedded lord
To go with the raggle taggle gypsies-o?
What care I for my house and my land?
What care I for my money-o?
What care I for my new-wedded lord?
I'm off with the raggle taggle gypsies-o
Last night you slept on a goose feather bed
With the sheets turned down so bravely-o
And tonight you'll sleep in a cold open field
Along with the raggle taggle gypsies-o
What care I for a goose feather bed
With the sheets turned down so bravely-o?
For tonight I shall sleep in a cold open field
Along with the raggle taggle gypsies-o