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There were three gypsies coming to my hall door |
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Down the stairs ran his lady-o |
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One sang high and the other sang low |
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And the other sang a Bonny, Bonny, Biscayo |
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It was up the stairs that the lady went |
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Put on her silk and leather-o |
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There was a cry from around the door |
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She's away with the raggle-taggle gypsy-o |
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It was late that night when the lord came in |
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Enquiring for his lady-o |
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The servants said on every hand |
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She's away with the raggle-taggle- gypsy-o |
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0 saddle for me my milk white steed |
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To go fetch me my bonny-o |
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That I may go and seek my bride |
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Who's away with the raggle-taggle gypsy-o |
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0 he rode east and he rode west |
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He rode through-the copses-o |
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Until he came to a wide open field |
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It was there that he spied his lady-o |
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0 what made you leave your house and your land |
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What made you leave your money-o |
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What made you leave your new-wedded lord |
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To be off with the raggle-taggle gypsy-o |
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0 what do I care for my house and my land |
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What do I care I for money-o |
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What do I care for my new-wedded lord |
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I'm off with the raggle-taggle gypsy-o |
