Raggle Taggle Gypsies-O

There were three gypsies all in a row,
And, oh, but they were bonny-o,
They sang so sweet and so complete,
That they charmed the heart of the lady-o.

She plucked off her high heel shoes,
All made of spanish leather-O,
She went into the street in her bare, bare feet,
All out in the wind and weather-O.

Come saddle to me my milk white steed,
Go and fetch my pony-O,
That I may ride and seek my bride,
Who is gone with the Raggle Taggle Gypsies-O.

Oh, he rode high, he rode low,
He rode thorugh woods and copses-O,
Until he came to a wide open field,
And there he spied his Lady-O.

What makes you leave your house and your lands,
Your golden treasures to forego,
What makes you leave your newly-wedded lord,
To run with the Raggle Taggle Gypsies-O?

O what care I for my house and my lands,
What care I for treasure-O,
What care I for my newly-wedded lord,
For I'm off with the Raggle Taggle Gypsies-O.

Last night you slept on a goose feather bed,
With the sheets turned down so bravely-O,
Tonight you'll sleep in a cold, open field,
Along with the Raggle Taggle Gypsies-O.

Oh what care I for a goose feather bed,
With the sheets turned down so bravely-O,
Tonight I'll sleep in a cold, open field,
Along with the Raggle Taggle Gypsy-O.

There were three gypsies all in a row,
And, oh, but they were bonny-o,
They sang so sweet and so complete,
That they charmed the heart of the lady-o.

As performed on the recording:
Bedlam Boys

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