There were seven of the gypsies and all in a row
And none of them lame nor lazy-O,
And they sang so sweet and so complete
That they stole the heart of the lady-O.
And they sang sweet and they sang shrill
That fast her tears began to flow,
And she lay down her silken gown,
Her golden rings and all her show.
She plucked off all her highheeled shoen,
All made of the Spanish leather-O,
And she would in the street in her bare bare feet
To run away with seven of the gypsies-O.
They rode north and they rode south,
And they rode it late and early-O
Until they come to the river side
And oh but she was weary-O.
Says, Last night I rode by the river side
With me servants all around me-O,
And tonight I must go with me bare bare feet
All along with seven of the gypsies-O.
It was late last night when the lord come home
And his servants they stood ready-O.
And the one took his boots and the other took his horse,
But away was his own dear lady-O.
And when he come to the servants' door
Enquiring for his lady-O,
The one she sighed and the other one cried,
She's away with seven of the gypsies-O.
For I met with a boy and a bonny, bonny boy,
And they were strange stories he told me-O,
Of the moon that rose by the river side
For to pack with seven of the gypsies-O.
Go saddle to me my bonny, bonny mare,
For the brown's not so speedy-O.
And I will ride for to seek my bride
Who's run away with seven of the gypsies-O.
Oh he rode north and he rode south,
And he rode it late and early-O
Until he come to the river side
And it was there that he spied his lady-O.
What makes you leave all your house and your land,
All your gold and your treasure for to go?
And what makes you leave your new-wedded lord
To run away with seven of the gypsies-O?
What care I for me house and me land?
What care I for me treasure-O?
And what care I for me new-wedded lord,
For I'm away with seven of the gypsies-O.
Last night you slept in a goosefeather bed
With the sheet turned down so bravely-O.
And tonight you will sleep in the cold barren shed
All along with seven of the gypsies-O.
What care I for me goosefeather bed
With the sheet turned down so bravely-O?
For tonight I will sleep in the cold barren shed
All along with seven of the gypsies-O.
There were seven 0f the gypsies and all in a row
And none of them lame nor lazy-O,
And they sang so sweet and so complete
That they stole the heart of the lady-O.
