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Raggle Taggle Gypsy

It was three old gypsies came to our hall door
Down the stairs came the lady-o
And the one sang high and the other sang low
And the other sang The Bonny Bay of Biscay-o

It was upstairs and downstairs the lady went
Put on a hose of leather-o
Ragged ragged rags all around our door
She is gone with the raggle taggle gypsy-o

It was late last night when the lord came in
Enquiring for his lady-o
Servants said on every hand
She is gone with the raggle taggle gypsy-o

Then saddle for me my milk-white steed
The black horse is not speedy-o
That I may ride and seek my bride
Who is gone with the raggle taggle gypsy-o!

Oh, for he rode east and he rode west
He rode north and south also
Until he came to the wide open field
And its there that he spied his lady-o

Ah, 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 gone with the raggle taggle gypsy-o?

Last night you slept in a goose feather-bed
Sheets turned down so bravely-o
Tonight you will lie in the wide open field
In the arms of your raggle taggle gypsy-o!

Ah, what do I care for your house and land?
And what do I care for money-o?
What do I care for my new-wedded lord?
I am gone with the raggle taggle gypsy-o!

Last night I slept in a goose-feather bed
Sheets turned down so bravely-o
Tonight I'll lie in the wide open field
In the arms of me raggle taggle gypsy-o!