The Gypsies came to our Lord's Gate, And vow but they sang bonny; They sang sea sweet, and fae very compleat, That down came the fair Lady.
And she came tripping down the Stairs, And a' her Maids before her; As soon as they saw her well-far'd Face, They coolt some Glamer o'er her.
Gae take frae me this gay Mantile, And bring to me a Plaidie, For if Kich and Kin and a' had sworn, I'll follow the Gypsie Laddie.
Yestreen I lay in well a made Bed, And many brave Lord beside me; This Night i'll ly in Tenant's Barn, Whatever shall betide me.
Come to your Bed, says Jonny Faa, O come to your Bed, my Deary ; For I vow and I swear by the Hilt of my Sword. That your Lord shall naenmair cime near ye.
I'll go to Bed with my Jonny Faa, And I'll go to Bed to my Deary, For I vow and I swear by what pait Yestreen, That my Lord shall nae mair come near me.
I'll make a Hap to my Jonny Faa, And I'll make a Hap to my Deary, And he's get a' the Coat gaes round, And my Lord shall nae mair come near me.
And when our Lord came Hame at e'en, And speer'd for his fair Lady : The ane she cry'd, and the other replied, She's awa' wi' the Gypsie Laddie.
Gae fiddle to me the black, black Steed, Gae faddle and make him ready, Before that I either eat or sleep, T'll gae seek my fair Lady.
And we were fisten well made Men, Altho' we were not bonny; And we were a' put down for ane, A fair young wanton Lady.
