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Wraggle Taggle Gypsies

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There were three old gypsies a come to the door
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Downstairs ran our lady oh
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One sang high and the other sang low
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The other sang the bonny bonny Biscay-o

She took off her silk Finnish gown
And put on hose of leather-o
And the ragged, ragged rags about our door
Shes off with the wraggle taggle gypsies-o

It was late last night when our squire come home
Inquiring for his lady-o
And the servants said on every hand
Shes off with the wraggle taggle gypsies-o

So fetch for me my milk white steed
Go and fetch my pony-o
For I must ride and seek my bride
Whos off with the wraggle taggle gypsies-o

Well he rode east and he rode west
He rode through the 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 lands
What makes you leave your money-o
What makes you leave your new wedded lord
To be off with the wraggle taggle gypsies-o?

What care I for my house and my lands
What care I for my money-o
What care I for my new wedded lord
Im off with the wraggle taggle gypsies-o

Last night you slept in a goose feather bed
With the sheets turned down so bravely-o
Tonight youll sleep in a cold open field
In the arms of a wraggle taggle gypsies-o

What care I for my goose feather bed
With the sheets turned down so bravely-o
Id rather have a kiss from the old gypsys lips
Im off with the wraggle taggle gypsies-o