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    There were three gypsies a come to my door,
    And down stairs ran this a-lady, O.
    One sang high and another sang low
    And the other sang bonny bonny Biscay O

    Then she pulled off her silk finished gown,
    And put on hose of leather, O
    The ragged ragged rags about our door
    And she's gone with the wraggle, taggle gypsies O

    It was late last night when my lord came home,
    Inquiring for his a-lady O
    The servants said on every hand
    She's gone with the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O

    O saddle to me my milk-white steed
    And go and fetch me my pony, O
    That I may ride and seek my bride,
    Who's gone with the wraggle-taggle gypsies O

    O he rode high, and he rode low
    He rode through wood and copses too,
    Until he came to a wide open field,
    And there he espied his a-lady O

    What makes you leave you house and land?
    What makes you leave you money, O?
    What makes you leave you new-wedded lord,
    To follow the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O.

    What care I for my house and land?
    What care I for my money,O?
    What care I for my new-wedded lord,
    I'm off with the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O!

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