There was three old gypsies came to our hall door,
They came brave and boldly-o
The one sang high and the other sang low,
And the other sang a raggle taggle gypsy-o.
It was upstairs downstairs the lady went,
Put on her suit of leather-o,
And there was a cry from around the door,
“I’m away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o.”
It was late that night when the lord came in,
Inquiring for his lady-o,
And the servant girl, she says to the lord,
“She’s away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o.”
“Well, saddle for me and my milk-white steed,
My big horse is not speedy-o,
And I will ride ‘til I see my bride,
She’s away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o.”
Ah, he rode east, he rode west,
He rode north and south also,
Until he came to a wide open plain,
It was there that he spied his lady-o.
“Tell me, how could you leave your goose feather bed, your blankets strewn so calmly-o?
How could you leave your only wedded lord, all for the raggle taggle gypsy-o?”
“Well, what care I for my goose feather bed, my blankets strewn so calmly-o?
Tonight I lie in a wide open 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 the raggle taggle gypsy-o?”
“Well, what care I for my house and my land?
What care I for my money-o?
I’d rather have a kiss from my yellow gypsy’s lips,
I’m away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o.”
