Luyện nghe bài hát Raggle Taggle Gypsy

There three gypsies a come to my door,
And down stairs ran a-lady, O.
One sang and another sang low
And the sang bonny bonny Biscay O

she pulled off her silk finished gown,
And put on of leather, O
The ragged rags about our door
And she's gone with the wraggle, taggle O

It was late last night my lord came home,
Inquiring for his O
The servants said on every
She's gone with the gypsies, O

O to me my milk-white steed
And go and me my pony, O
That I may ride and my bride,
Who's gone the wraggle-taggle gypsies O

O he high, and he rode low
He rode through and copses too,
Until he came to a open field,
And he espied his a-lady O

What makes you leave you house and
What makes you you money, O?
makes you leave you new-wedded lord,
To the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O.

What care I for my house and
What I for my money,O?
What I for my new-wedded lord,
I'm off with the gypsies, O!

"Last night you slept on a bed,
With the sheet turned so bravely, O.
Tonight you'll sleep in a cold field,
Along the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O."

"What care I for a bed,
the sheet turned down so bravely, O.
For tonight I'll sleet in a cold field,
Along with the gypsies, O.

Dorothy Scarborough in her "Song from the Southern
Mountains" that in the earliest edition of the ballad, the
gypsy is called Johnny Faa, a name common gypsies. When
the gypsies were banished Scotland in 1624, Johnny Faa
disobeyed the and was hanged.