Seven Little Gypsies

There were seven little gypsies standing in a row
And they all were bright and bonnie-o
And the fairest one is among them all
As she's gone with the dark-eyed gypsy-o

"Go saddle to me my milk-white steed
The grey one's not so speedy-o
For tonight, I will ride to seek my bride
For she's gone with the dark-eyed gypsy-o"

So she rode west but he rode best
Until they came to Strabally
When who should he meet but his own wedded bride
In the arms of the dark-eyed gypsy-o

"Will you go with me, my pretty fair maid?
Will you come with me, my true love-o?"
"No, I wouldn't give a kiss of the gypsie laddie's lips
Not for all your cash and money-o"

"Well, what will you do with your houses and lands?
And what will you do with your money-o?
And what will you do with your two little babes?
Ha' you gone with the dark-eyed gypsy-o?"

"Oh what care I for houses and lands?
Or what care I for money-o?
Or what care I for two little babes?
Now I'm gone with the dark-eyed gypsy-o

"Last night I lay in a goose-feather bed
With the sheets drawn down so comely-o
But tonight I'll lie in a cold open field
In the arms of the dark-eyed gypsy-o"