| lyric | 1. Three gypsies stood at the castel gate,
they sang so high, tehy sang so low,
the lady sat in her chamber late,
her heart it melted away like snow.
2. They sang so sweet, they sang so shrill,
That fast her tears began to flow,
And she laid down her silken gown,
Her golden rings and all her show.
3. She pluck-ed off her high-heeled shoes,
A-made of Spanish leather, 0
She went in the street with her bare, bare feet;
All out in the wind and weather, 0.
4. O saddle to me my milk-white steed,
And go and fetch my pony, 0
That I may ride and seek my bride,
Who is gone with the raggle taggle gypsies, O
5. 0 he rode high and he rode low,
He rode through wood and copses, too,
Until he came to an open field,
And there he espied his lady, O.
6. What makes you leave your house and land,
Your golden treasures for to go,
What makes you leave your new-wedded lord
To follow the raggle taggle gypsies, 0.
7. What care I for my house and land
What care I for my treasure, 0,
What care I for my newly—wedded lord,
I’m off with the raggle taggle gypsies, 0.
8. Last night you slept on a goose-feather bed,
With the sheets turned down so bravely, 0,
And to-night you shall sleep in acold open field,
Along with the raggle taggle gypsies, 0.
9. What care I for a goose—feather bed
With the sheet turned down so bravely, O,
For to-night I shall sleep in acold open field,
Along with the raggle taggle gypsies, O. |