Luyện nghe bài hát Raggle Taggle Gypsy

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

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

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

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

O he high, and he rode low
He rode wood and copses too,
Until he came to a wide field,
And there he his a-lady O

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

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

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

"What care I for a bed,
With the turned down so bravely, O.
For tonight I'll sleet in a open field,
Along the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O.

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