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​The Gypsy Laddie

This song is by Brian Peters and appears on the album Lines (2001).

Seven gypsies all in a gang
They were brisk and bonnie-O
They rode till they came to the Earl of Cassle's hall
And there they sang so sweetly-O

Sweetly-O, sweetly-O
They rode till they came to the Earl of Cassle's hall
And there they sang so sweetly-O

They sang so sweet and so complete
Till downstairs came the lady-O
And as soon as they saw her pretty, pretty face
They cast their gabriel over her

Over her, over her
As soon as they saw her pretty, pretty face
They cast their gabriel over her

She gave to them a bottle of wine
She gave to them some money-O
She gave to them some far finer things
The gold rings of her fingers-O

Fingers-O, fingers-O
She gave to them some far finer things
The gold rings of her fingers-O

Then she pulled off her high-heeled boots
Put on her highland plaidy-O
"Last night I slept with my own wedded lord
And tonight with a gypsy laddie-O."

Laddie-O, laddie-O
Last night I slept with my own wedded lord
And tonight with a gypsy laddie-O

When her dear lord came home that night
Inquiring for his lady-O
The waiting maid made this reply,
"She has gone with the black-hearted gypsies-O."

Gypsies-O, gypsies-O
The waiting maid made this reply,
She has gone with the black-hearted gypsies-O

"Come saddle to me my best black horse
Come saddle it quite swiftly-O
That I may search for my own wedded wife,
Who has gone with the black-hearted gypsies-O."

Gypsies-O, gypsies-O
That I may search for my own wedded wife,
Who has gone with the black-hearted gypsies-O

So he rode high and he rode low
He rode brisk and bonnie-O
He rode till he came to a far waterside
And there he found his lady-O

Lady-O, lady-O
He rode till he came to a far waterside
And there he found his lady-O

"O, what made you leave your house and land?
What made you leave your money-O?
What made you leave your own wedded lord
To follow the gypsie laddie-O?"

Laddie-O, laddie-O
What made you leave your own wedded lord
To follow the gypsie laddie-O?

"I know I've left my house and land
I know I've left my money-O
And here I am, and here I'll remain
So fare you well, my honey-O."

Honey-O, honey-O
Here I am, and here I'll remain
So fare you well, my honey-O

Seven gypsies all in a gang
They were brisk and bonnie-O
And tonight they are all condemned for to die
For stealing the Earl of Cassle's lady-O

CreditsEdit

  • Child Ballad 200