Paul Carbuncle - Gypsy Davy Lyrics

The Squire came home late in the night
Enquiring for his lady
And the answer that they made to him
"She's gone with the gypsy Davy"
With a liptoe tally boney dilly by day
And a wack fol the liptoe lady

He saddled up his milk-white steed
He saddled up his pony
And he rode all night till broad daylight
And he overtook his lady
With a liptoe tally boney dilly by day
And a wack fol the liptoe lady

It's "Come, go back, my dearest dear
Come back with me, my honey
And I swear by the sword that hangs by my side
You never shall want for money"
With a liptoe tally boney dilly by day
And a wack fol the liptoe lady

"I won't go back, my dearest dear
No I won't go back, my honey
I'd sooner have a kiss from Davy's lips
Than all your land and money"
With a liptoe tally boney dilly by day
And a wack fol the liptoe lady

"Pull off, pull off your high-heel shoes
All made of Spanish leather
And give to me your lily-white hand
We'll bid farewell for ever"
With a liptoe tally boney dilly by day
And a wack fol the liptoe lady

She's pulled off her high-heel shoes
All made of Spanish leather
And she give to him her lily-white hand
And bid farewell for ever
With a liptoe tally boney dilly by day
And a wack fol the liptoe lady

Last night she lay on a soft featherbed
With her good lord beside her
Tonight she lies on the damp cold ground
With the gypsies all around her
With a liptoe tally boney dilly by day
And a wack fol the liptoe lady
With a liptoe tally boney dilly by day
And a wack fol the liptoe day