[Verse 1]
Seven gypsies all in a row
They sang so neat and bonny
One of them, he sang so sweet
He stole the heart of a lady

She's kicked off her high-heel shoes
Made of Spanish leather
She’s put on an old pair of brogues
To follow the gypsy laddy

And late at night, the lord came home
Inquiring for his lady
His servents down on bended knees:
"She's away with the gypsy laddy"

[Verse 2]
He's rode high and he’s rode low
Rode through woods and valleys
Until he came to the broad green field
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"What makes you leave your houses and lands?
What makes you leave your money?
What makes you leave your new-wedded lord
To lie with a gypsy laddy?"
"What care I for houses and lands?
What care I for money?
What care I for my new-wedded lord
That keeps me from my gypsy laddy?"

[Verse 3]
Last night I slept on a goose-feather bed
With the sheets turned down so neatly
Tonight I lie in a cold open field
In the arms of my gypsy laddy

Seven gypsies all in a row
They sang so neat and bonny
One of them he sang so sweet
He stole the heart of a lady
He stole the heart of a lady