There were seven gypsies all of a row
And they sang neat and bonny-Oh
Sang so neat and they're so complete
They stole the heart of a lady

She's kicked off her high heel shoes
Made of a Spanish leather
And she's put on an old pair of brouges
To follw the gypsy laddie

Late at night her lord come home
And he's enquiring for his lady
And his servant's down on his knees and said
She's away with the seven gypsies

He's ridden o'er the high high hills
Till he come to the morning
And there he's found his own dear wife
And she's in the arms of the seven gypsies

Well, last night I slept in a feather bed
And the sheets and the blankets around me
Tonight I slept in the cold open fields
In the arms of me seven gypsies

Seven gypsies all of a row
And they sang neat and bonny-Oh
Sang so neat that they all were hanged
For the stealing of a famous lady

GYPSY DAVEY  from Digitrad

It was late last night
When the boss came home
Asking about his lady
And the only answer he received
She's gone with the Gypsy Davey
She's gone with the Gypsy Davey

Go saddle for me my buckskin horse
And my hundred dollar saddle
Point out to me their waggon tracks
And after them I'll travel
Well, after them I'll ride

Well, he had not rode to the midnight moon
When he saw their campfire gleaming
And he heard the notes of the big guitar
And the voice of the gypsy singing
The song of the Gypsy Davey

Take off, take off your pigskin gloves
And your boots of Spanish leather
And give to me your lily white hands
We'll go back home together
We'll ride back home again

No, I won't take off my pigskin gloves
Nor my boots of Spanish leather
I'll go my way from day to day
And sing with the Gypsy Davey
I'll go with the Gypsy Davey

Have you forsaken your house and home
Have you forsaken your baby
Have you forsaken your husband dear
To go with the Gypsy Davey
And sing with the Gypsy Davey

Yes, I've forsaken my house and home
To go with the Gypsy Davey
And I've forsaken my husband dear
But not my blue eyed baby
My pretty little blue-eyed babe.

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GYPSY ROVER  from Digitrad

The gypsy rover came over the hill
Down through the valley so shady,
He whistled and he sang 'til the greenwoods rang,
And he won the heart of a lady.

Chorus:
Ah-de-do, ah-de-do-da-day,
Ah-de-do, ah-de-da-ay
He whistled and he sang 'til the greenwoods rang,
And he won the heart of a lady.

She left her father's castle gates
She left her own fine lover
She left her servants and her state
To follow the gypsy rover.

Her father saddled up his fastest steed
And roamed the valleys all over
Sought his daughter at great speed
And the whistling gypsy rover.

He came at last to a mansion fine,
Down by the river Claydee
And there was music and there was wine,
For the gypsy and his lady.

"He is no gypsy, my father" she said
"But lord of these lands all over,
And I shall stay 'til my dying day
With my whistling gypsy rover."

From the singing of the Clancy Brothers, and is a variation of a Child ballad. DC

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