There were three gypsies a-come to my door, And down-stairs ran this lady, O ! One sang high, and one sang low, And the other sang, Bonny, bonny, Biscay, O ! Then she pulled off her silk finished gown And put on hose of leather, O ! The ragged, ragged rags about our door- She's gone with the wraggle taggle gypsies, O ! It was late last night, when my lord came home, Enquiring for his a-lady, O ! The servants said on every hand: 'She's gone with the wraggle taggle gypsies, O !

'O saddle to me my milk-white steed, Go and fetch me my pony, O ! That I may ride and seek my bride, Who is gone with the wraggle taggle gypsies, O !' O he rodee high and he rode low, He rode through woods and copses too, Until he came to an open field, And there he espied his a-lady, O ! 'What makes you leave your house and land? What makes you leave your money, O ? What makes you leave your new-wedded lord; To go with the wraggle taggle gypsies, O ?'

'What care I for my house and my land? What care I for my money, O ? What care I for my new-wedded lord? I'm off with the wraggle taggle gypsies, O !' 'Last night you slept on a goose-feather bed, With the sheet turned down so bravely, O ! And to-night you'll sleep in a cold open field, Along with the wraggle taggle gypsies, O !' 'What care I for a goose-feather bed, With the sheet turned down so bravely, O ! For to-night I shall sleep in a cold open field, Along with the wraggle taggle gypsies, O !'

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