Nic Jones Seven Yellow Gypsies
There were seven gypsies all of a row
And they sang neat and bonny-O;
Sang so neat and they're so complete
They stole the heart of a lady
She's kicked off her high heel shoes
Made of the Spanish leather
And she's put on an old pair of brogues
To follow the gypsy laddie
Late at night her lord come home
And he's enquiring for his lady
And his servant's down on his knees and said
"She's away with the seven gypsies."
He's ridden o'er the high, high hills
Till he come to the morning
And there he's found his own dear wife
And she's in the arms of the seven gypsies
"Well, last night I slept in a feather bed
And the sheets and the blankets around me;
Tonight I slept in the cold open fields
In the arms of my seven gypsies."
Seven gypsies all of a row
And they sang neat and bonny-O;
Sang so neat that they all were hanged
For the stealing of a famous lady