Gypsies
Three gypsies stood at the castle gate,
They sang so high and they sang so low,
And the lady sits in her chamber late
and her heart it melted away like snow.
Well they sang so high and they sang so clear,
Fast her tears began to flow.
So she's laid aside her silken gown
to follow the raggle taggle gypsies.
Well she's kicked off her high heeled shoes,
made of Spanish leather
Over her shoulders a blanket she's threw,
to follow the raggle taggle gypsies.
Well it's late at night when her lord comes home
enquiring for his lady.
Well the servant girl gave this reply,
"Oh, She's gone with the raggle taggle gypsies."
"So saddle to me my milk white steed.
Bridle me my pony,
that I may ride to seek my bride
who's gone with the raggle taggle gypsies."
So he's ridden o'er yon high high hill.
He's rode through woods and copses,
Until he's came to the broad open stream,
and there he spied his lady.
"Oh what makes you leave your houses and land?
What makes you leave your money?
What makes you leave your unwedded lord?
To go with the raggle taggle gypsies."
She says "What care I for a goose-feather bed,
with the sheets turned down so bravely?
For tonight I will sleep in the cold open field,
with the love of my raggle taggle gypsies."
Three gypsies stood at the castle gate,
They sang so high and they sang so low,
And the lady sits in her chamber late
and her heart it melted away like snow.
They sang so high and they sang so low,
And the lady sits in her chamber late
and her heart it melted away like snow.
Well they sang so high and they sang so clear,
Fast her tears began to flow.
So she's laid aside her silken gown
to follow the raggle taggle gypsies.
Well she's kicked off her high heeled shoes,
made of Spanish leather
Over her shoulders a blanket she's threw,
to follow the raggle taggle gypsies.
Well it's late at night when her lord comes home
enquiring for his lady.
Well the servant girl gave this reply,
"Oh, She's gone with the raggle taggle gypsies."
"So saddle to me my milk white steed.
Bridle me my pony,
that I may ride to seek my bride
who's gone with the raggle taggle gypsies."
So he's ridden o'er yon high high hill.
He's rode through woods and copses,
Until he's came to the broad open stream,
and there he spied his lady.
"Oh what makes you leave your houses and land?
What makes you leave your money?
What makes you leave your unwedded lord?
To go with the raggle taggle gypsies."
She says "What care I for a goose-feather bed,
with the sheets turned down so bravely?
For tonight I will sleep in the cold open field,
with the love of my raggle taggle gypsies."
Three gypsies stood at the castle gate,
They sang so high and they sang so low,
And the lady sits in her chamber late
and her heart it melted away like snow.
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Writer(s): . Traditional, Jim Moray
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