| 1 |
There come seven gypsies on a day,
Oh, but they sang bonny! O
And they sang so sweet, and they sang so clear,
Down cam the earl's ladie. O |
| 2 |
They gave to her the nutmeg,
And they gave to her the ginger;
But she gave to them a far better thing,
The seven gold rings off her fingers. |
| 3 |
When the earl he did come home,
Enquiring for his ladie,
One of the servants made this reply,
'She's awa with the gypsie lad[d]ie.' |
| 4 |
'Come saddle for me the brown,' he said,
'For the black was neer so speedy,
And I will travel night and day
Till I find out my ladie. |
| 5 |
'Will you come home, my dear?' he said,
'Oh will you come home, my honey?
And, by the point of my broad sword,
A hand I'll neer lay on you.' |
| 6 |
'Last night I lay on a good feather-bed,
And my own wedded lord beside me,
And tonight I'll lie in the ash-corner,
With the gypsies all around me. |
| 7 |
'They took off my high-heeled shoes,
That were made of Spanish leather,
And I have put on coarse Lowland brogues,
To trip it oer the heather.' |
| 8 |
'The Earl of Cashan is lying sick;
Not one hair I'm sorry;
I'd rather have a kiss from his fair lady's lips
Than all his gold and his money.' |
