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


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


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


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


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


Am
Sayin Are you forseekin' your house or land
                        C
Are you forseekin' your money-o
    Em  Am              Em         Am
Are you forseekin' your own wedded Lord
           Em                           Am
An' you're goin' with the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o


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


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


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


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