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 other sang bonny Biscay O

Then she pulled off her silk gown,
And put on of leather, O
The ragged ragged rags our door
And she's gone with the wraggle, gypsies 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 saddle to me my milk-white
And go and me my pony, O
I may ride and seek my bride,
Who's gone with the gypsies O

O he high, and he rode low
He rode through and copses too,
Until he to a wide open field,
And there he espied his O

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

care I for my house and land?
What I for my money,O?
What care I for my lord,
I'm off the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O!

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

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

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