The Raggle Taggle Gypsy (Child 200) (CD Reissue) - John "Jacko" Reilly скачать в хорошем качестве

The Raggle Taggle Gypsy (Child 200) (CD Reissue) - John "Jacko" Reilly

The Earl o Cassillis Lady / The Rovin Ploughboy / The Gypsy Davy / Gypsy Davey / Black Jack David / The Dark Eyed Gypsies / Raggle Taggle Gypsies / Seven Yellow Gypsies / The Gypsy Laddie (Child No. 200) (CD Reissue) - Sung by Irish Traveller John "Jacko" Reilly. Recorded by Tom Munnelly in Dublin, Ireland in winter 1967. From the LP "The Bonny Green Tree" (1978) Topic Records - 12T359. Song transcription: There was three of the gypsies came to our hall door They came brave an' bol-del-o But there's one sang high and the other sang low And the lady sang The Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o It was upstairs, downstairs the lady ran She took off her silk so fine and put on a dress of leather-o And it was the cry all around our door She's away with the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o It was late last night when the lord came in Inquirin' for his lady-o And the servin' girls took from hand to hand She's away with the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o You come saddle for me my milk-white steed My bay one is not speedy-o And sure I will ride and I'll seek my bride That's away with the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-0 O for he rode east and he rode west Half the south and the east also Until he rode to the wide open field It was there he spied was his darling-o Sayin Are you forseekin' your house or land? Are you forseekin' your money-Oo? Are you forseekin' your own wedded Lord? An' you're goin' with the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o What do I care for my house or land? Neither for my money-o Or what do I care for my own wedded Lord? I am goin' with my Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-0 It was ere last night you'd a goose-feather bed With the sheets pulled down so combley-o But tonight you'll lie in the cold open field All along with the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o What do I care for my goose-feather bed With the sheets pulled down so combley-o? But tonight I'll lie on a cold barren floor All along with my Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o Sayin' You rode high when I rode low You rode woods and valleys-o But I'd rather get a kiss of the yalla gypsy's lips O than all Lor' Cash's of money-o