Tears For Beers - Raggle Taggle Gypsy lyrics

There were three gypsies a come to my door,

And down stairs ran this a-lady, O.

One sang high and another sang low

And the other sang bonny bonny Biscay 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 O

It was late last night when my lord came home,

Inquiring for his a-lady O

The servants said on every hand

She's gone with the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O

O saddle to me my milk-white steed

And go and fetch me my pony, O

That I may ride and seek my bride,

Who's 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 you house and land?

What makes you leave you money, O?

What makes you leave you new-wedded lord,

To follow the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O.

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 goosefeather 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'll sleet in a cold open field,

Along with the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O.

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Dorothy Scarborough in her "Song Catcher from the Southern

Mountains" says that in the earliest edition of the ballad, the

Gypsy is called Johnny Faa, a name common among gypsies. When

The gypsies were banished from Scotland in 1624, Johnny Faa

Disobeyed the decree and was hanged.