three gypsies in a row
and oh but they were bonnie o
They sang sae sweet and sae complete
They've stolen the heart of a laddy o
Laddie o, laddie
o, follow the gipsy laddie o.
tak' aff that silken goon,
put on this tartan plaidie o,
And ye'll come awa' this lee-lang-nicht,
and follow the gipsy laddie o
he's cam hame at e'en,
enquiring for his lady-o
The hounds is run, the hawks is flown,
and the gipsy's awa' wi'yer lady o
me the black, the black
mak haste and soon be ready o
For meat and drink I winna taste,
till I get back to my lady o.
And he's rode
east, and he's rode west,
till he's cam tae yonder boggie o
And there he spied the well-faured maid,
in the arms of the gipsy laddie o.
Will ye come
wi' me, my honey heart,
will ye come wi'me my lady o,
And I swear by the sword by side
the black band ne'er shall steal ye o.
I winnae come
wi' you my heart
I winnae come, my dearie o
Till I hae drank the breest I brewed
and that's in the water o' Eerie o.