(Traditional). . There were three old gypsies came to our hall door. they came brave and boldly-o. And one sang high and the other sang low. and the other sang a raggle taggle gypsy-o.
I once loved a lass and I loved her so well. And I hated all others who spoke of her ill.. And now she's rewarded me well for my love,. For she's gone and she's wed another..