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There were three gypsies coming to my hall door
And down stairs ran this lady-o.
One sang high and the other sang low
And the other sang Bonny, Bonny Biscayo
Then she pulled off her silk finished gown,
And put on a hose of leather-o,-
The ragged, ragged rags about our door
She is gone with the raggle-taggle gypsy-o.
It was late last night when my lord came home,
Enquiring for his lady-o
The servants said on every hand
She is gone with the raggle-taggle gypsy-o.
O saddle for me my milk white steed,
And go fetch me my pony-o,
That I may go and seek my bride
Who is gone with the raggle-taggle gypsy-o.
O he rode high and he rode low,
He rode through the wood and copses-o
Until he came to a wide open field,
And there he spied his lady-o.
O what made you leave your house and land,
What made you leave your money-o,
What made you leave your new-wedded lord
To be off with the raggle-taggle gypsy-o.
O what care I for my house and land
What care I for money-o,
What care I for my new-wedded lord,
I'm off with the raggle-taggle gypsy-o.
Last night you slept on a goose feathered bed
With the sheet turned down so bravely-o
To-night you'll sleep in a cold openfield
Along with the raggle-taggle gypsy-o.
O what care I for my goose feathered bed
With the sheet turned down so bravely-o,
To-night I will sleep in a cold open field
Along with the raggle-taggle gypsy-o.
