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Lyrics: Waterboys. The raggle taggle gypsy.

There was three old gypsies came to our hall door
They came brave and boldly-o
And the 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
And there was a cry from around the door
She's away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o

It was late that night when the Lord came in
Inquiring for his lady-o
And the servant girl, she says to the Lord
"She's away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o"

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

Now he rode east and he rode west
He rode north and south also
Until he came to a wide open plain
It was there that he spied his lady-o

Tell me how could you leave your goose feather bed
Your blanket's strewn so comely-o?
How could you leave your newly wedded Lord
All for a raggle taggle gypsy-o?

Well, what care I for my goose feather bed
For my blankets strewn so comely-o?
Tonight I lie in a wide open field
In the arms of a raggle taggle gypsy-o

How could you leave your house and your land?
How could you leave your money-o?
How could you leave your only wedded Lord
All for a raggle taggle gypsy-o?

Well, what care I for my house and my land?
What care I for my money-o?
I'd rather have a kiss from the yellow gypsy's lips
I'm away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o