Raggle Taggle Gypsy

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There were three bold gypsies came 
to our hall door
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They came brave and boldly-o
Well there’s one sang high and the 
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other sang low
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And the lady sang The Raggle-Taggle
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 Gypsy-o.

[Verse 2]
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It was upstairs downstairs the lady 
went
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put on her suit of leather-o
And there came a cry from around the
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 door
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she’s away with the raggle taggle 
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gypsy-o.

[Verse 3]
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It was late that night when the Lord
 came in
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enquiring for his lady-o
And the servant girl she said to the
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 Lord
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“She’s away with the raggle taggle 
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gypsy-o.”

[Verse 4]
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“Well saddle for me my milk white 
steed
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– my big horse is not speedy-o
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And I will ride till I seek my bride
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she’s away with the raggle taggle 
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gypsy-o.”

[Verse 5]
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Now he rode East and he rode West
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he rode North and South also
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Until he came to a wide open plain
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it was there that he spied his 
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lady-o.

[Verse 6]
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“How could you leave your house and 
your land
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How could you leave your money-o?
And how could you leave your only 
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wedded Lord
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all for a raggle taggle gypsy-o?”

[Verse 6]
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“Well what care I for my house and 
my land?
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what care I for my money-o?
I’d rather have a kiss from the 
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yellow gypsy’s lips
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I’m away with the raggle taggle 
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gypsy-o!”

[Verse 7]
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How could you leave your goose 
feather bed
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Blankets strewn so comely-o
How could you leave your only wedded
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 lord
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All for the gaggle taggle gypsy-o.

[Verse 8]
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What care I for my goose feather bed
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Blankets strewn so comely-o
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Tonight I lie in a wide open field
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In the arms of a raggle taggle 
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gypsy-o.