| Three gypsies stood at the castle gate,
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| They sang so high they sang so low.
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| The lady sate in her chamber late
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| Her heart it melted away as snow.
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| They sang so sweet, they sang so shrill
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| That fast her tears began to flow.
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| And she lay down her silken gown
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| Her golden rings and all her show.
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| She took it off her high-heeled shoes
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| A-made of Spanish leather O.
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| She would in the street in her bare feet
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| All out in the wind and weather go!
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| «Saddle to me my milk-white steed
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| And go fetch me my pony O.
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| That I may ride and seek my bride
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| Who’s gone with the raggle taggle gypsies O!»
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| He rode high and he rode low,
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| He rode through woods and copses too,
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| Until he came to an open field
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| And there he espied his lady O.
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| «What makes you leave your house and land,
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| Your golden treasures for to go.
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| What makes you leave your new wedded lord
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| To follow the raggles taggle gypsies O»
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| «What care I for my house and land?
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| What care I for my treasure O?
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| What care I for my new wedded lord!
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| I’m off with the raggle taggle gypsies O.»
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| «Last night you slept on a goose-feathered bed
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| With the sheet turned down so bravely O.
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| Tonight you’ll sleep in a cold open field
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| Along with the raggle taggle gypsies O.»
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| «What care I for a goose-feathered bed
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| With the sheet turned down so bravely O.
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| Tonight I shall sleep in a cold open field
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| Along with the raggle taggle gypsies O!» |