Songtexte The Raggle Taggle Gipsy - Carlos Núñez
                                                There 
                                                was 
                                                three 
                                                old 
                                                gyspies 
                                                came 
                                                to 
                                                our 
                                                house 
                                                door
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                came 
                                                brave 
                                                an 
                                                boldly
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                one 
                                                sang 
                                                high 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                other 
                                                sang 
                                                low
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                other 
                                                sang 
                                                    a 
                                                raggle-taggle 
                                                gypsy-o
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                was 
                                                upstairs, 
                                                downstairs 
                                                the 
                                                lady 
                                                went
 
                                    
                                
                                                Put 
                                                on 
                                                her 
                                                suits 
                                                of 
                                                leather-o
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                ther 
                                                came 
                                                    a 
                                                cry 
                                                from 
                                                around 
                                                the 
                                                door
 
                                    
                                
                                                She's 
                                                away 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                raggle-taggle 
                                                gypsy-o
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                was 
                                                late 
                                                that 
                                                night 
                                                when 
                                                the 
                                                lord 
                                                came 
                                                in
 
                                    
                                
                                                Inquiring 
                                                for 
                                                his 
                                                lady-o
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                servant 
                                                girl 
                                                she 
                                                says 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                lord
 
                                    
                                
                                                "She's 
                                                away 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                raggle-taggle 
                                                gypsy-o"
 
                                    
                                
                                                "Well, 
                                                saddle 
                                                for 
                                                me 
                                                my 
                                                milk-with 
                                                steed
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                big 
                                                horse 
                                                is 
                                                not 
                                                speedy-o
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                will 
                                                ride 
                                                till 
                                                    I 
                                                seek 
                                                my 
                                                bride
 
                                    
                                
                                                She's 
                                                away 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                raggle-taggle 
                                                gypsy-o"
 
                                    
                                
                                                Well, 
                                                he 
                                                rode 
                                                east, 
                                                and 
                                                he 
                                                rode 
                                                west,
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                rode 
                                                north 
                                                and 
                                                south 
                                                also
 
                                    
                                
                                                Until 
                                                he 
                                                came 
                                                to 
                                                    a 
                                                wide-open 
                                                field
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                was 
                                                there 
                                                that 
                                                he 
                                                spied 
                                                his 
                                                lady-o
 
                                    
                                
                                                "Tell 
                                                me, 
                                                how 
                                                could 
                                                you 
                                                leave 
                                                your 
                                                house 
                                                and 
                                                your 
                                                land,
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                could 
                                                you 
                                                leave 
                                                you 
                                                money-o
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                could 
                                                you 
                                                leave 
                                                your 
                                                only 
                                                wedded 
                                                lord,
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                for 
                                                    a 
                                                raggle-taggle 
                                                gypsy-o?
 
                                    
                                
                                                "Well, 
                                                what 
                                                care 
                                                    I 
                                                for 
                                                my 
                                                house 
                                                and 
                                                my 
                                                land,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                what 
                                                care 
                                                    I 
                                                for 
                                                my 
                                                money-o?
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'd 
                                                rather 
                                                have 
                                                    a 
                                                kiss 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                yellow 
                                                gypsy's 
                                                lips,
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                away 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                raggle-taggle 
                                                gipsy-o! 
                                                "
 
                                    
                                
                                                "How 
                                                could 
                                                you 
                                                you 
                                                leave 
                                                your 
                                                goose-feather 
                                                bed,
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                blankets 
                                                strewn 
                                                so 
                                                comely-o
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                could 
                                                you 
                                                leave 
                                                your 
                                                newly-wedded 
                                                lord,
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                for 
                                                    a 
                                                raggle-taggle 
                                                gypsy-o?"
 
                                    
                                
                                                "Well, 
                                                what 
                                                car 
                                                    I 
                                                for 
                                                my 
                                                goose-feather 
                                                bed,
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                my 
                                                blankets 
                                                strewn 
                                                so 
                                                comely-o?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tonights 
                                                    I 
                                                lie 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                wide-open 
                                                field
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                arms 
                                                of 
                                                raggle-taggle 
                                                gypsy-o"
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Amanecer (Dawn)
2 A Irmandade das Estrelas
3 Titulos Finales (Mar Adentro)
4 Negra Sombra
5 Marcha do Entrelazado de Alláriz (With Orquesta Sinfonica de Galicia)
6 Maria Soliña
7 A Orillas del Rio Sil
8 Concerto de Aranjuez: Adagio
9 Viva la Quinta Brigada
10 A Lavandeira Da Noite
11 Cantigueiras - Edit
12 Lela
13 Jigs & Bulls
14 Galleguita (Tango) - Directo
15 Para Vigo Me Voy
16 Padaria Eletrica Da Barra
17 Nau Bretoa
18 Camiño de Santiago (Directo - Edit)
19 Pasacorredoiras
20 The Moon Says Hello
21 The Raggle Taggle Gipsy
22 Karante Doh Doue
23 Three Pipers
24 St. Patrick's an Dro
25 Diferencias sobre la Gayta
26 Alborada de Vigo
27 Morning Poem
28 Ponthus et Sidoine (Edit Version)
29 Salve Finisterrae
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