There were three gypsies a come to my door,
They sang so high, they sang so low.
The one sang high and the other sang low
And the other sang bonny bonny Briscy O.
[...] down in a silken gown,
And shoes of Spanish leather, O
The ragged ragged rags about our door,
She's gone with the wraggle, taggle gypsies O.
It was late last night when my lord came home,
Inquiring for his lady O
The servants replied on ev'ry side (?)
She's gone with the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O.
O saddle to me my milk-white steed
Go bridle me my pony too,
That I may ride and seek my bride,
Who's gone with the wraggle-taggle gypsies O.
Then 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.
"What makes you leave you house and land?
What makes you leave your money, O?
What makes you leave you new-wedded lord,
To follow the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O."
"What care I for my house and land?
What care I for my money,O?
What care I for my new-wedded lord,
I'll follow the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O!"
"Last night you slept on a goosefeather bed,
With the sheet turned down so bravely, O.
And tonight you'll sleep in a cold open field,
Along with the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O."
"What care I for a goose-feather bed,
With the sheets turned down so bravely, O.
For tonight I'll sleet in a cold open field,
Along with the wraggle-taggle..."
There were three gypsies a come to my door,
They sang so high, they sang so low.
The one sang high and the other sang low
And the other sang bonny bonny Briscy O.
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