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There were seven yellow gypsies and all in a row |
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And none of them lame nor lazy-O, |
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And they sang so sweet and so complete |
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That they stole the heart of the lady-O. |
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And they sang sweet and they sang shrill |
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That fast her tears began to flow, |
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And she lay down her silken gown, |
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Her golden rings and all her show. |
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She plucked off all her highheeled shoen, |
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All made of the Spanish leather-O, |
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And she would in the street in her bare bare feet |
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To run away with the seven yellow gypsies-O. |
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They rode north and they rode south, |
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And they rode it late and early-O |
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Until they come to the river side |
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And oh but she was weary-O. |
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Says, Last night I rode by the river side |
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With me servants all around me-O, |
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And tonight I must go with me bare bare feet |
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All along with the seven yellow gypsies-O. |
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It was late last night when the lord come home |
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And his servants they stood ready-O. |
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And the one took his boots and the other took his horse, |
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But away was his own dear lady-O. |
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And when he come to the servants' door |
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Enquiring for his lady-O, |
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The one she sighed and the other one cried, |
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She's away with the seven yellow gypsies-O. |
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For I met with a boy and a bonny, bonny boy, |
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And they were strange stories he told me-O, |
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Of the moon that rose by the river side |
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For pack (??) with the seven yellow gypsies-O. |
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Go saddle to me my bonny, bonny mare, |
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For the brown's not so speedy-O. |
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And I will ride for to seek my bride |
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Who's run away with the seven yellow gypsies-O. |
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Oh he rode north and he rode south, |
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And he rode it late and early-O |
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Until he come to the river side |
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And it was there that he spied his lady-O. |
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What makes you leave all your house and your land, |
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All your gold and your treasure for to go? |
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And what makes you leave your new-wedded lord |
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To run away with the seven yellow gypsies-O? |
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What care I for me house and me land? |
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What care I for me treasure-O? |
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And what care I for me new-wedded lord, |
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For I'm away with the seven yellow gypsies-O. |
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Last night you slept in a goosefeather bed |
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With the sheet turned down so bravely-O. |
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And tonight you will sleep in the cold barren shed |
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All along with the seven yellow gypsies-O. |
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What care I for me goosefeather bed |
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With the sheet turned down so bravely-O? |
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For tonight I will sleep in the cold barren shed |
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All along with the seven yellow gypsies-O. |
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There were seven yellow gypsies and all in a row, |
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None of them lame nor lazy-O. |
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And I wouldn't give a kiss from the gypsies' lips |
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For all of your land or your money-O. |