Interpret:

Celtic Thunder

Album:

Act II

There were three old gypsies came to our hall door
They came brave and boldy-o
One sang high and the other sang low
And the Lady sang the raggle taggle gypsy-o


It was upstairs and downstairs the lady went
put on a suit of leather-o
was a cry all around the door
She`s away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o


It was late that night that the lord came in
Enquiring for his lady-o
The servant girl replied to her lord
She's away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o


Oh then saddle for me my milk white steed
me big horse is not speedy-o
I will ride and seek me bride
She's away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o


Oh, but he rode east and he rode west
He rode north and south also
But when he rode to the wide open fields it was there he spied his lady-o.