There was three old gypsies came to our hall door,
They came brave and boldly-o
The one sang high and the other sang low,
And the other sang a raggle taggle gypsy-o.

It was upstairs downstairs the lady went,
Put on her suit of leather-o,
And there was a cry from around the door,
'I'm away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o.'

It was late that night when the lord came in,
Inquiring for his lady-o,
And the servant girl, she says to the lord,
'She's away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o.'

'Well, saddle for me and my milk-white steed,
My big horse is not speedy-o,
And I will ride 'til I see my bride,
She's away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o.'

Ah, he rode east, he rode west,
He rode north and south also,
Until he came to a wide open plain,
It was there that he spied his lady-o.

'Tell me, how could you leave your goose feather bed, your blankets strewn so calmly-o'
How could you leave your only wedded lord, all for the raggle taggle gypsy-o''

'Well, what care I for my goose feather bed, my blankets strewn so calmly-o'
Tonight I lie in a wide open field, in the arms of a raggle taggle gypsy-o.'

'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 the raggle taggle gypsy-o''

'Well, what care I for my house and my land'
What care I for my money-o'
I'd rather have a kiss from my yellow gypsy's lips,
I'm away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o.'