Raggle Taggle Gipsy

Sip, entre la música poco común que se escucha por estos lares, adoro el estilo de música irladensa - celta - gaitas escocesas - etc, etc, etc. Este grupo lo conocí hace unos años cuando hablaba con personas de otros países, si, si como he dicho ya, para practicar idiomas. El grupo se llama Irish Descendants y el tema "Raggle Taggle Gipsy".

Raggle Taggle Gipsy

There were three old gypsies; came to our hall door 

They came brave and bold-ee-oh 

And there's one sang high and the other sang low 

And the lady sang the Raggle Taggle gypsie-oh

It was upstairs and downstairs the Lady went 

Put on her suit of leather-oh 

It was the cry all around the door 

She's away with the Raggle Taggle Gypsie-oh

It was late that night when the Lord came in 

Inquiring for his Lady-oh 

The servant girl she replied to the Lord 

She's away with the Raggle Taggle Gypsie-oh

Oh then saddle for me 

Me' milk-white steed 

Me' big horse is not speedy-oh 

Tonight I'll ride to the wide open field and it's there that I'll spy my Lady-oh

So he rode east. 

He rode west 

He rode North and south also 

It was when he rode to the wide open field 

It was there that he spied his Lady-oh

Oh why did you leave your house and your land 

Why did you leave your money-oh 

And why did you leave your only wedded Lord 

To be off with the Raggle Taggle Gypsy-oh

What do I care for me house and me land 

What do I care for money-oh 

And what do I care for me only wedded Lord

I'm away with the Raggle Taggle Gyspy-oh

Last night you slept in a goose-feather bed 

The blankets drawn so comely-oh 

Tonight you'll lie in the wide open field 

In the arms of the Raggle Taggle Gypsy-oh

You're a - What do I care for a goose-feather bed 

What do I care for blankets-oh 

And you're a - What do I care for me only wedded Lord 

I'm away with the Raggle Taggle Gypsy-oh

So he rode east, 

She rode west 

He rode high and I rode low

Well I'd rather have a kiss of a yello Gypsy's lips 

Than all of your cash and your money-oh

There were three old gypsies came to our hall door 

They came brave and bold-ee-oh

And there's one sang high and the other sang low 

And the lady sang the Raggle Taggle gypsie-oh