The Raggle Taggle Gipsies
Source: The Stone Fiddle by Paddy Tunney
Location: New Edition, page 125
There were seven yellow gipsies all in a row,
As I went down to Stradbally.
And whom should I meet but my own wedded wife
All along with the Raggle Taggel Gipsies O.
Com saddle for me, my pretty fair maid,
Saddle for me my pony O.
For I wouldn’t give a kiss off a gipsy lassie’s lips
For all oul’ Squire Cash’s money O.
Last night I lay on a caold barn floor
With seven yellow gipsies to annoy me O.
But tonight I will lie on my own feather bed.
With my own yellow gipsy all beside me O.