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The Gypsy Laddie
2 O go catch up my milk-white steed, He's black and then he's speedy. I'll ride all night till broad daylight, Or overtake my lady.
3 He rode and he rode till he came to the town, And he rode till he came to Barley.
The tears came rolling down his cheeks And there he spied his lady.
4 O come, go back, my own true love,
0 come, go back, my honey.
I'll look you up in the chamber so high Where the gypsens can't come round you.
5 I won't come back, your own true love, Nor I won't come back, your honey.
1 wouldn't give a kiss from gypsen"s lips For all your land and money.
6 She soon run through her gay clothing, Her velvet shoes and stockings ;
Her gold ring off her finger was gone And the gold plate off her bosom.