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There was a gypsy came over the land, |
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He sang so sweet and gaily. |
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He sang beneath the wild wood tree |
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And charmed the great lord's lady. |
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The lord he did come home |
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Enquiring for his lady |
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She's gone, she's gone, |
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said the serving man, |
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She's gone with the gypsy Davey. |
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Go saddle me my black mare, |
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The grey is ne'er so speedy. |
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And I'll ride all night and I'll ride all day |
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Till I overtake my lady. |
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He rode all by the riverside |
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On the grass so wet and dewy. |
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And seated with her gipsy lad |
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It's there he spied his lady. |
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Would you forsake your house and home, |
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Would you forsake your baby? |
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Would you forsake your own true love |
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And the promises you gave me? |
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What care I for my house and home |
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Or even my wee baby? |
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What care I for my own true love |
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For I love the gypsy Davey. |
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Well it's fare thee well my dearest dear, |
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It's fare thee well forever. |
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And if you don't return with me |
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I swear you'll see me never. |
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And the lord he did go homeward |
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And kissed his own wee baby. |
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And ere six months had passed away |
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He'd married another lady. |
