It was late last night when my lord came home
Inquiring for his lady oh
And all he heard on every side
She's gone with the raggle taggle gypsy oh
Last night she slept in a goose feather bed
With the sheets turned down so nicely oh
But tonight she sleeps on the cold, cold ground
Along with the raggle taggle gypsy oh
Go saddle me my milk white steed
With my hundred-dollar saddle oh
And I will ride o'er the countryside
Til I find my own fair lady oh
Then he rode high and he rode low
He rode to the river Deo
And oh how he wept and he cried when he spied his own fair lady oh
It's come back come back my love
Come back and be my honey oh
And I swear by the moon and stars up above
That you never will want for money oh
Oh no oh no I'll not come back
And I'll not be your honey oh
For I'd rather a kiss from the gypsy's lips
Than all your land and your money oh
Last night she slept in a goose feather bed
His lordship she slept on the cold cold ground
With raggle taggle gypsy oh
Raggle Taggle Gypsy Video (MV)
Performed By: Susan Renaker
Length: 3:17
Written by: MICHAEL SCOTT, COLIN BLAKEY, TREVOR SAMUEL HUTCHINSON, VINCENT GERARD KILDUFF, JAY DEE DAUGHERTY, ANTHONY THISTLETHWAITE, STEPHEN PATRICK WICKHAM, PD TRADITIONAL
Susan Renaker - Raggle Taggle Gypsy Lyrics
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It was late last night when my lord came home
Inquiring for his lady oh
And all he heard on every side
She's gone with the raggle taggle gypsy oh
Last night she slept in a goose feather bed
With the sheets turned down so nicely oh
But tonight she sleeps on the cold, cold ground
Along with the raggle taggle gypsy oh
Go saddle me my milk white steed
With my hundred-dollar saddle oh
And I will ride o'er the countryside
Til I find my own fair lady oh
Then he rode high and he rode low
He rode to the river Deo
And oh how he wept and he cried when he spied his own fair lady oh
It's come back come back my love
Come back and be my honey oh
And I swear by the moon and stars up above
That you never will want for money oh
Oh no oh no I'll not come back
And I'll not be your honey oh
For I'd rather a kiss from the gypsy's lips
Than all your land and your money oh
Last night she slept in a goose feather bed
His lordship she slept on the cold cold ground
With raggle taggle gypsy oh
Inquiring for his lady oh
And all he heard on every side
She's gone with the raggle taggle gypsy oh
Last night she slept in a goose feather bed
With the sheets turned down so nicely oh
But tonight she sleeps on the cold, cold ground
Along with the raggle taggle gypsy oh
Go saddle me my milk white steed
With my hundred-dollar saddle oh
And I will ride o'er the countryside
Til I find my own fair lady oh
Then he rode high and he rode low
He rode to the river Deo
And oh how he wept and he cried when he spied his own fair lady oh
It's come back come back my love
Come back and be my honey oh
And I swear by the moon and stars up above
That you never will want for money oh
Oh no oh no I'll not come back
And I'll not be your honey oh
For I'd rather a kiss from the gypsy's lips
Than all your land and your money oh
Last night she slept in a goose feather bed
His lordship she slept on the cold cold ground
With raggle taggle gypsy oh
Writer: MICHAEL SCOTT, COLIN BLAKEY, TREVOR SAMUEL HUTCHINSON, VINCENT GERARD KILDUFF, JAY DEE DAUGHERTY, ANTHONY THISTLETHWAITE, STEPHEN PATRICK WICKHAM, PD TRADITIONAL
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.