There were seven yellow gypsies and all in a row
None of them lame nor lazy-o
And they sang so neat and so complete
They stole the heart of the lady-o

It was late that night when the lord came home
Enquiring for his lady-o
And the answer the servants gave to him
“She's gone away with the seven yellow gypsies-o”

“Then saddle me my bonny black horse
The white one's ne'er so speedy-o
That I may ride on a long summer night
In search of my false lady-o”

So he rode west and he rode west
He rode through wood and copses too
Until he came to an open field
And there he saw his lady-o

“Would you give up your house and land?
Would you give up your baby-o?
Would you give up your new-wedded lord?
To run away with the seven yellow gypsies-o?”

“Well, what care I for my house and land?
What care I for my baby-o?
Sure I wouldn't give a kiss from a gypsy laddie's lips
Not for all Lord Cassilis' money-o”