A5
There was three of the gypsies came to our hall door
                    C5
They came brave an' bol-del-o
            E5       A5                  E5         A5
But there's one sang high and the other sang low
        E5                          A5
And the lady sang The Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o


A5
It was upstairs, downstairs the lady ran
                                                    C5
She took off her silk so fine and put on a dress of leather-o
       E5      A5      E5         A5
And it was the cry all around our door
      E5                          A5
She's away with the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o


A5
It was late last night when the lord came in
                  C5
Inquirin' for his lady-o
        E5      A5              E5      A5
And the servin' girls took from hand to hand
      E5                          A5
She's away with the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o


A5
You come saddle for me my milk-white steed
                  C5
My bay one is not speedy-o
    E5          A5            E5      A5
And sure I will ride and I'll seek my bride
       E5                          A5
That's away with the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o


A5
O for he rode east and he rode west
                            C5
Half the south and the east also
E5       A5          E5        A5
Until he rode to the wide open field
       E5                     A5
It was there he spied was his darling-o


A5
Sayin Are you forseekin' your house or land
                        C5
Are you forseekin' your money-o
    E5  A5              E5         A5
Are you forseekin' your own wedded Lord
           E5                           A5
An' you're goin' with the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o


A5
What do I care for my house or land
               C5
Neither for my money-o
   E5        A5          E5         A5
Or what do I care for my own wedded Lord
     E5                          A5
I am goin' with my Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o


A5
It was ere last night you'd a goose-feather bed
                               C5
With the sheets pulled down so combley-o
    E5             A5         E5        A5
But tonight you'll lie in the cold open field
    E5                           A5
All along with the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o


A5
What do I care for my goose-feather bed
                               C5
With the sheets pulled down so combley-o
    E5           A5       E5          A5
But tonight I'll lie on a cold barren floor
    E5                          A5
All along with my Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o


A5
Sayin' You rode high when I rode low
                   C5
You rode woods and valleys-o
        E5           A5          E5            A5
But I'd rather get a kiss of the yalla gypsy's lips
       E5                 A5
O than all Lor' Cash's of money-o