Wraggle Taggle Gypsies Oh!

... There
were three gyp- sies a come to my door And
downstairs ran this a la-dy O!
One sang high an- other sang low And the
other sang bonny bonny Biscay O! ....Then

she pulled off her silk finished gown And
put on hose of leather O! The
ragged ragged rags a- bout our door She's
gone with the wraggle taggle gypsies O! ... It was

late last night when my lord came home en-
-quiring for his a- lady O! The
servants said on every hand She's
gone with the wraggle taggle gypsies O! Oh

saddle to me my milk-white steed and
Go and fetch me my pony O! That
I may ride and seek my bride Who is
gone with the wraggle taggle gypsies, O! O-oh

he rode high and he rode low He
rode through woods and copses too Un-
til he came to an open field And
there he esp- ied his a- lady O! What

makes you leave your house and land? What
makes you leave your babies O? What
makes you leave your new wedded lord? To
go with the wraggle taggle gypsies O!

What care I for my house and my land? What
care I for my babies 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-feather bed With the
sheet turned down so bravely O! to-
night you'll sleep in a cold open field A-
long with the wraggle taggle gypsies O! And

What care I for a goose-feather bed? With the
sheet turned down so bravely O! to-
night I shall sleep in a cold open field
A long with the wraggle taggle gypsies O!