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• Artiste: Derek Ryan
• Titre: Raggle-Taggle Gypsy
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There was three old gypsies came to our hall door They came brave an bold e-o One sang high and the other sang low The other sang The Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o It was upstairs, downstairs the lady went Put on her suit of leather-o And there came a cry all around the door She's away with the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o It was late last night when the lord came in Inquirin' for his lady-o And the servin' girls cried to the lord. She's away with the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o When saddle for me my milk-white steed My big horse is not speedy-o And I will ride till I seek my bride She’s away with the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o O he rode east and he rode west And he rode north and south also Until he came to a wide open plain It was there that he spied his lady-o Well 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 And what care I for my house and me land What care I for money-o I’d rather have a kiss on my yellow Gypsys lips I’m away with the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o How could you leave your goose-feather bed Your bag of stones so combley-o How could you leave your newly wedded lord All for a Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o And what care I for my goose-feather bed A bag of stones so combley-o For tonight I’ll lie in a wide open field In the arms of a Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o (Thanks to John Hayes for these lyrics)