Alison Moyet - The Wraggle Taggle Gipsies-o! lyrics

Three gypsies stood at the castle gate. They sang so high, they sang so low. The lady sate in her chamber late. Her heart it melted away as snow. They sang so sweet, they sang so shrill. That fast her tears began to flow And she lay down her silken gown, her golden rings and all her show. She took it off her high-heeled shoes, a-made of Spanish leather-O weather-O. Saddle to me my milk white steed and go and fetch me my pony-O That I may ride and seek my bride who's gone with the wraggle taggle gypsies-O! He rode high and he rode low, he rode through woods and copses too Until he came to an open field and there he espied his a-lady-O. gypsies-O? What care I for my new wedded lord? I'm off with the wraggle taggle gypsies-O! "Last night you slept in a goose-feather bed The sheets turned down so bravely-O. Tonight you sleep in a cold open field along with the wraggle taggle gypsies-O! "What care I for a goose feather bed? The sheets turned down so bravely-o? Tonight I will sleep in a cold open field along with the raggle taggle gypsies-O!