And there were three old gypsies
at our hall door
They came brave and boldly
And as one sang high and
the other sang low
And the lady sang
the raggle -taggle gypsy oar
It was upstairs, downstairs the lady went
But on the sort of ladder
Oh, it was the cry all around her door,
She's away with the raggle -taggle gypsy,
oh.
She gifted them a glass of wine,
She gifted them some brandy,
And the fine gold ring that the lady wore,
Oh, she gave it to the raggle -taggle gypsy,
It was late that night,
the lord came in,
Inquiring for his lady,
But the servant girl's reply to him was,
She's away with the raggle -taggle gypsy,
oh.
Oh, then saddled for me,
me milk quite steed,
Me big horse is not speedy,
I will ride and I'll seek my bride,
She's away with the raggle -taggle gypsy,
oh.
Oh, then he rode east,
and he rode west,
And he rode north and south also,
When he camped at the wide open field,
there he spied his lady.
Why do you leave your
house and your land?
Why do you leave your money?
Why do you leave your only wedded lord,
all for the raggle -taggle gypsy?
And it was there last night she'd a ghost -feather bed,
with blankets drawn so comely.
Tonight you'll lie in a wide open field
In the arms of your raggle -tackle gypsy,
oh
Yeah, what do I care for
a goose feather bed?
What do I care for blankets?
Tonight I'll lie in a wide open field
In the arms of my raggle -tackle gypsy, oh
Thank you.