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from Child Ballad 120
| Am | E7 | Am | |
| There | were three Gypsies | a-come to my | door, |
| F | Em | |
| And | downstairs ran this a | lady-o, |
| C | Am | C | Dm |
| One sang | high and the | other sang | low, |
| Am | Em | Am | Dm | Am | |
| And the | other sang | bonny, bonny | Bis | cay | -O! |
Then she pulled off her silk-finished gown,
And put on hose of leather-o!
The ragged, ragged rags about our door,
And she's gone with the wraggle, taggle Gypsies
It was late last night when my Lord came home,
Inquiring for his a-lady, O!
The servants said on ev'ry hand:
She's gone with the wraggle-taggle Gypsies O!
O saddle to me my milk-white steed,
And go fetch me my pony, O!
That I may ride and seek my bride,
Who is gone with the wraggle-taggle Gypsies O!
O he rode high, and he rode low,
He rode through wood and copses too,
Until he came to a wide open field,
And there he espied his a-lady, O!
What makes you leave your house and land ?
What makes you leave your money O!
What makes you leave your new-wedded Lord ?
I'm off with the wraggle-taggle Gypsies OI
What care I for my house and land ?
What care I for my money, O!
What care I for my new-wedded Lord ?
I'm off with the wraggle-taggle Gypsies O!
Last night you slept on a goose-feather bed,
With the sheet turned down so bravely-O!
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 sheet turned down so bravely-O!
For tonight I shall sleep in a cold, open field,
Along with the wraggle-taggle Gypsies O!