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Christy Moore

Raggle Taggle Gypsy

 

Raggle Taggle Gypsy

(album: Traveller - 1999)


There were three auld gypsies came to our hall door
They came brave and boldly-o
And one sang high and the other sang low
And the other sang a raggle taggle gypsy-o

It was upstairs, downstairs the lady went
Put on her suit of leather-o
It was the cry all around her door
"She's away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o"

She gave to them a glass of wine
She gave to them some brandy
[?]

It was late that night when the lord came in
Enquiring for his lady
And the servant girl's reply to him was
"She's away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o"

"Then saddle for me my milk-white steed
Me big horse is not speedy-o
And I will ride and I'll seek me bride
She's away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o"

He rode east and he rode west
He rode north and south also
And when he came to the wide open field
It was there that he spied his lady-o

"Why did you leave your house and your land
Why did you leave your money-o?
Why did you leave your only wedded lord
All for the raggle taggle gypsy-o?"

"Yerra, what do I care for me house and me land?
What do I care for money-o?
Yerra, what do I care for me only wedded lord?
I'm away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o"

"It was there last night you'd a goose feather bed
Blankets drawn so comely-o
But tonight you lie in a wide open field
In the arms of the raggle taggle gypsy-o"

"Yerra, what do I care for me goose feather bed?
What do I care for blankets?
What do I care for me only wedded lord?
I'm away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o"

"Oh, for you rode east when I rode west
You rode high and I rode low
I'd rather have a kiss of the yellow gypsy's lips
Than all the cash and money-o"

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