Greenfields Együttes - The raggle-taggle gypsy dalszöveg (lyrics)

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