paroles de chanson Raggle Taggle Gypsy - Cecile Corbel
                                                There 
                                                were 
                                                three 
                                                young 
                                                gypsies 
                                                came 
                                                to 
                                                our 
                                                hall 
                                                door
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                came 
                                                brave 
                                                and 
                                                boldly 
                                                o
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                there′s 
                                                one 
                                                sang 
                                                high 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                other 
                                                sang 
                                                low
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                lady's 
                                                seen 
                                                the 
                                                raggle-taggle 
                                                gypsy 
                                                o
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                was 
                                                upstairs 
                                                and 
                                                downstairs 
                                                the 
                                                lady 
                                                went
 
                                    
                                
                                                Put 
                                                on 
                                                her 
                                                suit 
                                                of 
                                                leather 
                                                o
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                was 
                                                the 
                                                cry 
                                                all 
                                                around 
                                                her 
                                                door
 
                                    
                                
                                                She′s 
                                                away 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                raggle-taggle 
                                                gypsy 
                                                o
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                was 
                                                late 
                                                last 
                                                night 
                                                that 
                                                the 
                                                lord 
                                                came 
                                                in
 
                                    
                                
                                                Inquiring 
                                                for 
                                                his 
                                                a-lady 
                                                o
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                serving 
                                                girls 
                                                replied 
                                                to 
                                                him 
                                                all
 
                                    
                                
                                                She's 
                                                away 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                raggle-taggle 
                                                gypsy 
                                                o
 
                                    
                                
                                                    O 
                                                then 
                                                saddle 
                                                for 
                                                me 
                                                me 
                                                milk-white 
                                                steed
 
                                    
                                
                                                Me 
                                                big 
                                                horse 
                                                is 
                                                not 
                                                speedy 
                                                o
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                will 
                                                ride 
                                                and 
                                                I'll 
                                                seek 
                                                my 
                                                bride
 
                                    
                                
                                                She′s 
                                                away 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                raggle-taggle 
                                                gypsy 
                                                o
 
                                    
                                
                                                    O 
                                                then 
                                                he 
                                                rode 
                                                east 
                                                and 
                                                he 
                                                rode 
                                                west
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                rode 
                                                north 
                                                and 
                                                south 
                                                also
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                when 
                                                he 
                                                rode 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                wide 
                                                open 
                                                field
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                was 
                                                there 
                                                that 
                                                he 
                                                spied 
                                                his 
                                                a-lady 
                                                o
 
                                    
                                
                                                    O 
                                                then 
                                                why 
                                                do 
                                                you 
                                                leave 
                                                your 
                                                house 
                                                and 
                                                your 
                                                land?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Why 
                                                do 
                                                you 
                                                leave 
                                                you 
                                                money 
                                                o?
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                why 
                                                do 
                                                you 
                                                leave 
                                                your 
                                                only 
                                                only-wedded 
                                                lord
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                for 
                                                    a 
                                                raggle-taggle 
                                                gypsy 
                                                o?
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                do 
                                                    I 
                                                care 
                                                for 
                                                me 
                                                house 
                                                and 
                                                me 
                                                land?
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                do 
                                                    I 
                                                care 
                                                for 
                                                money 
                                                o?
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                what 
                                                do 
                                                    I 
                                                care 
                                                for 
                                                me 
                                                only-wedded 
                                                lord?
 
                                    
                                
                                                I′m 
                                                away 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                raggle-taggle 
                                                gypsy 
                                                o
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                blankets 
                                                drawn 
                                                so 
                                                comely 
                                                o
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tonight 
                                                you'll 
                                                lie 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                wide 
                                                open 
                                                field
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                arms 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                raggle-taggle 
                                                gypsy 
                                                o)
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                blankets 
                                                drawn 
                                                so 
                                                comely 
                                                o?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tonight 
                                                i′ll 
                                                lie 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                wide 
                                                open 
                                                field
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                arms 
                                                of 
                                                me 
                                                raggle-taggle 
                                                gypsy 
                                                o}
 
                                    
                                
                                                Often 
                                                you 
                                                rode 
                                                east 
                                                when 
                                                    I 
                                                rode 
                                                west
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                rode 
                                                high 
                                                when 
                                                    I 
                                                rode 
                                                low
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'd 
                                                rather 
                                                have 
                                                    a 
                                                kiss 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                yellow 
                                                gypsy′s 
                                                lips
 
                                    
                                
                                                Than 
                                                all 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                cashier's 
                                                money 
                                                o
 
                                    
                                
                                                I′d 
                                                rather 
                                                have 
                                                    a 
                                                kiss
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'd 
                                                rather 
                                                have 
                                                    a 
                                                kiss 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                yellow 
                                                gypsy's 
                                                lips
 
                                    
                                
                                                Than 
                                                all 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                cashier′s 
                                                money 
                                                o
 
                                    
                                
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