THERE were three gipsies a-come to my door, And downstairs 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— She's gone with the wraggle taggle gipsies, O! It was late last night when my lord came home, Enquiring for his a-lady, O! The servants said on every hand: She's gone with the wraggle taggle gipsies, O! O saddle to me my milk-white steed. Go and fetch me my pony, O! That I may ride and seek my bride, Who is gone with the wraggle taggle gipsies, O! 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! What makes you leave your house and land? What makes you leave your money, O? What makes you leave your new-wedded lord; To go with the wraggle taggle gipsies, O? What care I for my house and my land? What care I for my money, O? What care I for my new-wedded lord; I'm off with the wraggle taggle gipsies, O! Last night you slept on a goose-feather bed, With the sheet turned down so bravely, O! And tonight you'll sleep in a cold open field, Along with the wraggle taggle gipsies, O! What care I for a goose-feather bed, With the sheet turned down so bravely, O? For tonight I shall sleep in a cold open field, Along with the wraggle taggle gipsies, O! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE THAW by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE IMPOSSIBLE INDISPENSIBILITY OF THE ARS POETICA by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE MEASURE OF THE YEAR by JAMES GALVIN BRIGHTNESS AS A POIGNANT LIGHT by DAVID IGNATOW I WANT TO LIVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MY HAPPINESS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A BIRTHDAY SONG by SIDNEY LANIER EPITAPH IN A CHURCH-YARD IN CHARLESTON, SOUTH CAROLINA by AMY LOWELL |