alison moyet – the wraggle taggle gipsies-o! lyrics
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three gypsies stood at the castle gate.
they sang so high, they sang so low.
the lady sate in her chamber late. her heart it melted away as snow.
they sang so sweet, they sang so shrill. that fast her tears began to flow
and she lay down her silken gown, her golden rings and all her show.
she took it off her high-heeled shoes, a-made of spanish leather-o
she would in the street in her bare,
bare feet, all out in the wind and weather-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!
he rode high and he rode low, he rode through woods and copses too
until he came to an open field and there he espied his a-lady-o.
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