The Gypsy
by Corny Held
by Corny Held
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There were three old gypsies came to our hall door They came brave and boldly-o, The one sang high and the other sang low The other sang a raggle taggle gypsy-o. It was upstairs downstairs the lady went She put on her suit of leather-o, There was a cry from around the door “She’s away wi’ the raggle taggle gypsy-o.” It was late that night when the Lord came in Enquiring for his lady-o, The servant girl she said to the Lord “She’s away wi’ the raggle taggle gypsy-o.” “Then saddle for me my milk white steed For my big horse is not speedy-o, And I will ride till I seek my bride She’s away wi’ the raggle taggle gypsy-o.” Now he rode East, he rode West He rode North and South also, Till he came to a wide open plain, There he spied his lady-o. “How could you leave your goose featherbed With your blankets strewn so comely-o? How could you leave your newly wedded Lord All for the raggle taggle gypsy-o?” “What care I for my goose featherbed Wi’ ma blankets strewn so comely-o, Tonight I lie in a wide upon field In the arms of a raggle taggle gypsy-o.” “How could you leave your house and your land? How could you leave your money-o? How could you leave your only wedded Lord All for a raggle taggle gypsy-o?” “What care I for my house and my land? What care I for my money-o? I’d rather have a kiss from the yellow gypsy’s lips I’m away wi’ the raggle taggle gypsy-o.” Away wi’ the raggle taggle gypsy-o. |
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