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A fair lady sat in a chamber alone
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and under the moon sang three gypsies-O
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One sang high and the other sang low
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and the other sang bonny, bonny biscayo.
They sang so sweet, they sang so shrill
that fast her tears began to flow,
and she laid down her silken gown,
her golden combs and all her show.
It was late that night when her lord came home
inquiring for his lady-O.
The servants said on every hand,
“She’s gone with the Raggle-Taggle Gypsies-O
“Oh, saddle for me my milk white steed,
and go fetch me my pony-O
that I may ride to seek my bride
who is gone with the Raggle-Taggle Gypsies-O
Oh, he rode high and he rode low,
he rode through the woods and copses-O,
until he came to a wide open field,
and there he spied his lady-O.
“Oh, what made you leave your house and land?
What made you leave your treasure-O?
What made you leave your new-wedded lord
to be off with the Raggle-Taggle Gypsies-O?”
“Oh, what care I for my house and land,
what care I for treasure-O,
what care I for my new-wedded lord,
I’m off with the Raggle-Taggle Gypsies-O!”
“Last night I slept in a goosefeather bed
with the sheet turned down so bravely-O,
but tonight I shall sleep in a cold open field
along with the Raggle-Taggle Gypsies-O!”
