unbound

Three gypsies stood at the castle gate
They sang so high, they sang so low
The lady sat in her chamber late
Her heart it melted away like snow

They sang so sweet, they sang so shrill
That fast her tears began to flow
She laid down her silken gown
Her golden rings and all her show

Then she took off her high-heeled shoes
All made of Spanish leather-o
She went in the street in her bare, bare feet
All out in the wind and the weather-o

“O saddle to me my milk-white steed
And go and fetch my pony-o
That I may ride and seek my bride
Who is gone with the wraggle taggle gypsies-o”

He rode high and he rode low
Rode through woods and copses, too
Until he came to an open field
And there he spied his lady-o

“What makes you leave your house and land?
Your golden treasure for to go?
What makes you leave your new-wedded lord
To follow the wraggle taggle gypsies-o?”

“What care I for my house and land?
What care I for my treasure-o?
What care I for my new-wedded lord?
I’m off with the wraggle taggle gypsies-o!”

“Last night you slept on a goose-feather bed
With the sheets turned down so bravely-o
And tonight you’ll sleep in a cold open field
Along with the wraggle taggle gypsies-o!”

“What care I for a goose-feather bed?
The sheets turned down so bravely-o!
Tonight I‘ll sleep in a cold open field
Along with the wraggle taggle gypsies-o!”

~ The Wraggle Taggle Gypsies ~