Irish Descendants – Raggle Taggle Gypsy chords

AmThere was three of the gypsies came to our hall door
                    CThey came brave an' bol-del-o
            Em       Am                  Em         AmBut there's one sang high and the other sang low
        Em                          AmAnd the lady sang The Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o


AmIt was upstairs, downstairs the lady ran
                                                    CShe took off her silk so fine and put on a dress of leather-o
       Em      Am      Em         AmAnd it was the cry all around our door
      Em                          AmShe's away with the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o


AmIt was late last night when the lord came in
                  CInquirin' for his lady-o
        Em      Am              Em      AmAnd the servin' girls took from hand to hand
      Em                          AmShe's away with the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o


AmYou come saddle for me my milk-white steed
                  CMy bay one is not speedy-o
    Em          Am            Em      AmAnd sure I will ride and I'll seek my bride
       Em                          AmThat's away with the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o


AmO for he rode east and he rode west
                            CHalf the south and the east also
Em       Am          Em        AmUntil he rode to the wide open field
       Em                     AmIt was there he spied was his darling-o


AmSayin Are you forseekin' your house or land
                        CAre you forseekin' your money-o
    Em  Am              Em         AmAre you forseekin' your own wedded Lord
           Em                           AmAn' you're goin' with the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o


AmWhat do I care for my house or land
               CNeither for my money-o
   Em        Am          Em         AmOr what do I care for my own wedded Lord
     Em                          AmI am goin' with my Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o


AmIt was ere last night you'd a goose-feather bed
                               CWith the sheets pulled down so combley-o
    Em             Am         Em        AmBut tonight you'll lie in the cold open field
    Em                           AmAll along with the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o


AmWhat do I care for my goose-feather bed
                               CWith the sheets pulled down so combley-o
    Em           Am       Em          AmBut tonight I'll lie on a cold barren floor
    Em                          AmAll along with my Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o


AmSayin' You rode high when I rode low
                   CYou rode woods and valleys-o
        Em           Am          Em            AmBut I'd rather get a kiss of the yalla gypsy's lips
       Em                 AmO than all Lor' Cash's of money-o



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