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• Artiste: Fotheringay
• Titre: Gypsey Davey
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There was a gyp came over the land He sang so sweet and gaily He sang beneath the wild wood tree And charmed the great lord's lady The lord he did come home Enquiring for his lady ``She's gone, she's gone,'' said the serving man, ``She's gone with the Gypsy Davey.'' ``Go saddle me my black mare, The grey is ne'er so speedy. And I'll ride all night and I'll ride all day Till I overtake my lady.'' He rode all by the riverside On the grass so wet and dewy And seated with her gypsy lad It's there he spied his lady ``Would you forsake your house and home, Would you forsake your baby? Would you forsake your own true love And the promises you gave me?'' ``What care I for my own true love Or even my wee babe? What care I for my house and home For I love the Gypsy Davey.'' ``Well it's fare thee well my own dear It's fare thee well forever And it's if you don't return with me I swear you'll see me never.'' The lord he did ride home And kissed his own wee babe And ere six months had passed away He'd married another lady.