Gypsy-O

Irish Traditional – additional lyrics by Jennifer Mylod

Arrangement by Jennifer Mylod -
Original song also known as "Wraggle-Taggle Gypsy-O"

There were three young gypsies – came to the door
They came brave and bold-e-o
And the one sang high – and the other sang low
And the other was a wraggle – taggle gypsy-o

It was upstairs and downstairs – the Lady went
To put on her silk and leather-o
While ragged-ragged roamed, all around her door
Then she’s off with the wraggle – taggle gypsy-o

It was late that night – when the Lord came home
Inquiring for his Lady-o
And the servant girls – replied to him all
“She’s away – with the wraggle – taggle gypsy-o…”


Go and saddle for me – my big black steed
Get my horse – so speed-e-o
That I may ride – to seek my bride
Who’s away with the wraggle – taggle gypsy-o

Oh then he rode East - and he rode West
He rode North and South – and so
But as he rode through a wide open field
It was there that he spied his Lady-o

And as he watched the gypsy camp
He saw his Lady – dancing-o
To a fiddled tune – by a wild fireside
And she laughed with the wraggle –taggle gypsy-o…

Oh and why do you leave – your house and land?
Why do you leave your money-o?
And why leave me? Your newly wedded Lord
And follow the wraggle – taggle gypsy-o?

Oh and what care I – for a house and land?
What do I care for money-o
What do I care – for my newly wedded Lord?
I’m away with the wraggle – taggle gypsy-o

But last night you slept – on a goose down bed
With blankets drawn so lovely-o
But tonight you’ll lie in a cold open field
Along with the wraggle – taggle gypsy-o…

Well and what do I care for the goose down bed
Or blankets drawn so lovely-o
For tonight I’ll in a starry open field
In the arms of my wraggle – taggle gypsy-o

So you ride East – and I’ll ride West
You ride high – and I’ll ride low
I’d rather have a kiss – from my poor gypsy’s lips
Than all of your cash and your money-o…

I’d rather have a kiss – from my poor gypsy’s lips
Than all of your cash and your money-o…