There were [Em]three bold gypsies came to our hall door Down the stairs came this [D]lady-o, [Em]One sang high and another sang low The other sang the Bonny, bonny [D]biscay-[Em]o. Then she pulled off her silk finished gown And put on hose of leather-o The ragged raggen rags about our door And she's gone with the ragglle taggle gypsy-o

It was late at night when my lord came home Enquiring for this lady-o The servants said on every hand She is gone with the raggle-taggle gypsy-o. O he rode high and he rode low He rode through woods 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.

O what care I for my goose feathered bed
With the sheet turned down so bravely-o?
Tonight I will sleep in an open field
Along with the raggle-taggle gypsy-o!

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