7.The Wraggle Taggle Gipsies-O!
Three gypsies stood at the castle gate. They sang so high, they
sang so low.
The lady sate in her chamber late. Her heart it melted away as
snow.
They sang so sweet, they sang so shrill. That fast her tears
began to flow
And she lay down her silken gown, her golden rings and all her
show.
She took it off her high-heeled shoes, a-made of Spanish
leather-O
She would in the street in her bare, bare feet, all out in the
wind and weather-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!
He rode high and he rode low, he rode through woods and copses
too
Until he came to an open field and there he espied his a-lady-O.
？？What makes you leave your house and land, your golden
treasures for to go？
What makes you leave your new wedded lord, to follow the wraggle
taggle gypsies-O？？？
？？What care I for my house and land？ What care I for my
treasures-O？
What care I for my new wedded lord？ I'm off with the wraggle
taggle gypsies-O!？？
？？Last night you slept on a goose-feathered bed, with the sheet
turned down so bravely-O.
Tonight you sleep in a cold open field along with the wraggle
taggle gypsies-O!？？
？？What care I for the goose-feathered bed with the sheet turned
down so bravely-O？
Tonight I shall sleep in a cold open field along with the
wraggle taggle gypsies-O
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