Ah, there were three old gypsies came to our hall doorThey came brave and boldly, ohAnd this one sang high and the other sang lowAnd the lady sang the raggle-taggle gypsy, ohIt was upstairs, downstairs the lady wentPut on her suit of leather, ohAnd there twas the cry all around our doorShe's away with the raggle-taggle gypsy, ohIt was late that night, oh, the Lord came inInquiring for his lady, ohAnd the servant girl's reply to him wasShe's away with the raggle-taggle gypsy, ohOh, then saddle for me, me milk-white speedMe big horse is not speedy, ohAnd I will ride and I'll seek me brideShe's away with the raggle-taggle gypsy, ohOh, then he rode east and he rode westHe rode north and south alsoBut when he rode to the whiteUp in field it was there that he spied his lady, ohOh, why do you leave your house and your land?Why do you leave your money, oh?Why do you leave your honey with the Lord?Oh, for the raggle-taggle gypsy, ohOh, what do I care for my house and my land?What do I care for money, oh?Oh, what do I care for my honey with the Lord?I'm away with the raggle-taggle gypsy, ohIt was there last night you had a goose feather bedWith blankets drawn so calmly, ohBut tonight you lie in a wide-open fieldIn the arms of the raggle-taggle gypsy, ohYeah, what do I care for me goose feather bed?Yeah, what do I care for blankets, oh?Yeah, what do I care for me honey with the Lord?I'm away with the raggle-taggle gypsy, ohOh, for you rode east when I rode westYou rode highWhen I rode lowI'd rather have a kiss at the yellow gypsy's lipsThan a lot of cash it has bought me, ohCan we open the door soon?What if you didn't shake?What if you couldn't be glad, oh?You shouldn't have sore nosesAnd if you don't stopcast meNow I'm enemies with youBut I'll swear from your mouthLet your lips be not eingesI'll kiss you more than you'll sayAnd the Rockefeller aussiDid I say it right when I said he loves me, in my mouth?Should I be sure?Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.