Raggle Taggle Gypsy by Descendants
Key: AmAm | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


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There was three of the gypsies came to our hall door
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They came brave an' bol-del-o
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But there's one sang high and the other sang low
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And the lady sang The Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o
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It was upstairs, downstairs the lady ran
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She took off her silk so fine and put on a dress of leather-o
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And it was the cry all around our door
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She's away with the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o
Am
It was late last night when the lord came in
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Inquirin' for his lady-o
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And the servin' girls took from hand to hand
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She's away with the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o
Am
You come saddle for me my milk-white steed
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My bay one is not speedy-o
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And sure I will ride and I'll seek my bride
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That's away with the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o
Am
O for he rode east and he rode west
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Half the south and the east also
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Until he rode to the wide open field
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It was there he spied was his darling-o
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Sayin Are you forseekin' your house or land
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Are you forseekin' your money-o
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Are you forseekin' your own wedded Lord
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An' you're goin' with the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o
Am
What do I care for my house or land
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Neither for my money-o
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Or what do I care for my own wedded Lord
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I am goin' with my Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o
Am
It was ere last night you'd a goose-feather bed
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With the sheets pulled down so combley-o
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But tonight you'll lie in the cold open field
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All along with the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o
Am
What do I care for my goose-feather bed
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With the sheets pulled down so combley-o
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But tonight I'll lie on a cold barren floor
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All along with my Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o
Am
Sayin' You rode high when I rode low
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You rode woods and valleys-o
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But I'd rather get a kiss of the yalla gypsy's lips
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O than all Lor' Cash's of money-o