Raggle Taggle Gypsy

There were three little gypsies
Came to our front door
They came brave and bawdy-o
And the one sang high and the other sang low
And the other sang a raglle-taggle gypsy-o
It was upstairs downstairs the lady ran
Put on her suit of leather-o
It was all the cry all around the door
«She'll away with the raggle-taggle gypsy-o!»
«O come saddle me for my milk white steed
My black one is not speedy-o
For I will ride and I’ll seek my bride
Who’s away with the raggle-taggle gypsy-o!
«Tell me why did you leave your house and your land?
Why did you leave the money-o?
Why did you leave your only wedded lord
To away with the raggle-taggle gypsy-o?»
«What should I care for my house and my land?
What should I care for the money-o?
What she I care for my only wedded lord
When I’m away with the raggle-taggle gypsy-o?»
«It was ere last night you had a goose feathered bed
With the sheets pulled down so comely-o
But tonight you’ll lie in a cold open field
All alone with your raggle-taggle gypsy-o!»
«What should I care for my goose feathered bed
With the sheets pulled down so comely-o
For tonight I’ll lie in a cold open field
All alone with my raggle-taggle gypsy-o!
«You rode east and you rode west
You rode woods and valleys-o
But I’d rather get a kiss from the yellow gypsy’s lips
Than all of the cash and the money-o!»