Текст песни Raggle Taggle - Christy Moore
                                                There 
                                                were 
                                                three 
                                                auld 
                                                gypsies 
                                                came 
                                                to 
                                                our 
                                                hall 
                                                door.
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                came 
                                                brave 
                                                and 
                                                boldly-o.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                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 
                                                suit 
                                                of 
                                                leather-o,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                it 
                                                was 
                                                the 
                                                cry 
                                                all 
                                                around 
                                                her 
                                                door;
 
                                    
                                
                                                "She's 
                                                away 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                raggle 
                                                taggle 
                                                gypsy-o"
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                was 
                                                late 
                                                that 
                                                night 
                                                when 
                                                the 
                                                lord 
                                                came 
                                                in,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Enquiring 
                                                for 
                                                his 
                                                lady-o,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                servant 
                                                girl's 
                                                reply 
                                                to 
                                                him 
                                                was;
 
                                    
                                
                                                "She's 
                                                away 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                raggle 
                                                taggle 
                                                gypsy-o"
 
                                    
                                
                                                "Then 
                                                saddle 
                                                for 
                                                me 
                                                my 
                                                milk-white 
                                                steed
 
                                    
                                
                                                Me 
                                                big 
                                                horse 
                                                is 
                                                not 
                                                speedy-o
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                will 
                                                ride 
                                                and 
                                                I'll 
                                                seek 
                                                me 
                                                bride,
 
                                    
                                
                                                She's 
                                                away 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                raggle 
                                                taggle 
                                                gypsy-o"
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                rode 
                                                east 
                                                and 
                                                he 
                                                rode 
                                                west
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                rode 
                                                north 
                                                and 
                                                south 
                                                also,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                when 
                                                he 
                                                rode 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                wide 
                                                open 
                                                field
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                was 
                                                there 
                                                that 
                                                he 
                                                spied 
                                                his 
                                                lady-o.
 
                                    
                                
                                                "Arra, 
                                                why 
                                                did 
                                                you 
                                                leave 
                                                your 
                                                house 
                                                and 
                                                your 
                                                land,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Why 
                                                did 
                                                you 
                                                leave 
                                                your 
                                                money-o?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Why 
                                                did 
                                                you 
                                                leave 
                                                your 
                                                only 
                                                wedded 
                                                lord
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                raggle 
                                                taggle 
                                                gypsy-o?"
 
                                    
                                
                                                "Yerra 
                                                what 
                                                do 
                                                    I 
                                                care 
                                                for 
                                                me 
                                                house 
                                                and 
                                                me 
                                                land?
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                do 
                                                    I 
                                                care 
                                                for 
                                                money-o?
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                do 
                                                    I 
                                                care 
                                                for 
                                                me 
                                                only 
                                                wedded 
                                                lord?
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                away 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                raggle 
                                                taggle 
                                                gypsy-o"
 
                                    
                                
                                                "It 
                                                was 
                                                there 
                                                last 
                                                night 
                                                you'd 
                                                    a 
                                                goose 
                                                feather 
                                                bed,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Blankets 
                                                drawn 
                                                so 
                                                comely-o.
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                tonight 
                                                you 
                                                lie 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                wide 
                                                open 
                                                field
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                arms 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                raggle 
                                                taggle 
                                                gypsy-o"
 
                                    
                                
                                                "Yerra, 
                                                what 
                                                do 
                                                    I 
                                                care 
                                                for 
                                                me 
                                                goose 
                                                feather 
                                                bed?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yerra, 
                                                what 
                                                do 
                                                    I 
                                                care 
                                                for 
                                                blankets-o?
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                do 
                                                    I 
                                                care 
                                                for 
                                                me 
                                                only 
                                                wedded 
                                                lord?
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                away 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                raggle 
                                                taggle 
                                                gypsy-o"
 
                                    
                                
                                                "Oh, 
                                                for 
                                                you 
                                                rode 
                                                east 
                                                when 
                                                    I 
                                                rode 
                                                west,
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                rode 
                                                high 
                                                and 
                                                    I 
                                                rode 
                                                low.
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'd 
                                                rather 
                                                have 
                                                    a 
                                                kiss 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                yellow 
                                                gypsy's 
                                                lips
 
                                    
                                
                                                Than 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                cash 
                                                and 
                                                money-o"
 
                                    
                                
                            
                                Альбом
                                
The Box Set 1964-2004                                
                                
                            
                        1 North and South
2 Dunnes Stores
3 Nuke Powers
4 Raggle Taggle
5 Jack Doyle
6 The Dalesman's Litany
7 The Lakes of Pontchartrain
8 Wise and Holy Women
9 Brown Eyes (for Joe Sheeran)
10 100 Miles
11 Hamburg Encore Medley
12 The Armagh Women
13 "They Fouled the Ball Daddy"
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