There were three gypsies a come to my
door,
And downstairs ran this
lady, O!
One sang high and another sang low,
And the other sang bonny, bonny
Biscay, O!
Then she pulled off her
silk finished gown
And put on hose of
leather, O!
The ragged, ragged
rags about our door,
She's gone with the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O!
It was
late last night, when my lord came home,
Enquiring for his a-lady, O!
The
servants said, on every hand,
She's gone with the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O!
O saddle for me my milk-white
steed,
Go and fetch me my
pony, O!
That I may ride and seek my
bride,
Who is gone with the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O!
O 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 a-lady, O!
What makes you leave your
house and land?
What makes you leave your money, O?
What makes you leave your new
wedded lord?
To go with the wraggle 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 wraggle-taggle gypsies, O!
Last night you slept on a goose-
feather bed,
With the sheet turned down so bravely, O!
And to-night you'll
sleep in a cold open field,
Along with the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O!
What care I for a
goose-feather bed?
With the sheet turned down so
bravely, O!
For to-night I shall sleep in a cold open field,
Along with the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O!