Celtic Thunder Raggle Taggle Gypsy
There were three old gypsies came to our hall door
They came brave and boldly-o
One sang high and the other sang low
And the Lady sang the raggle taggle gypsy-o
It was upstairs and downstairs the lady went
Put on her suit of leather-o
T’was a cry all around the door
She’s away wi’ the raggle taggle gypsy-o
It was late that night when the lord came in
Enquiring for his lady-o
The servant girl replied to her lord
She’s away wi’ the raggle taggle gypsy-o
Oh then saddle for me my milk white steed
- my big horse is not speedy-o
I will ride and I’ll seek me bride
She’s away wi’ the raggle taggle gypsy-o
Then he rode east and he rode west
He rode north and south also
But when he rode to the wide open fields
It was there that he spied his lady-o
