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christy moore - the raggle taggle gipsies/tabhair dom do lámh كلمات أغنية

there were three old gypsies came to our hall door
they came brave and boldly_o
and 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
she’s away wi’ the raggle taggle gypsy_o

it was late that night when the lord came in
enquiring for his lady_o
and the servant girl she said to the lord
“she’s away wi’ the raggle taggle gypsy_o”

“then saddle for me my milk white steed
_ my big horse is not speedy_o
and i will ride till i seek my bride
she’s away wi’ the raggle taggle gypsy_o”

now he rode east and 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

“how could you leave your goose feather bed
your blankeys strewn so comely_o?
and how could you leave your newly wedded lord
all for a raggle taggle gypsy_o?”
“what care i for my goose feather bed
wi’ blankets strewn so comely_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 a raggle taggle gypsy_o?”

“what care i for my house and my land?
what care i for my money_o?
i’d rather have a kiss from the yellow gypsy’s lips
i’m away wi’ the raggle taggle gypsy_o!”

- christy moore

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