An English lord came home one night,
inquiring for his lady.
The servant said,
on every hen she's gone
with a gypsy lady.
Go saddle up my milk -white steed,
go saddle me up my brownie,
And I will ride both night and day,
till I overtake my Bonnie.
Oh, he rode east and he rode west,
and at last he found her.
She was lying on the green,
green grass
and the gypsy's arms all around her.
Oh, how can you leave
your house and land?
How can you leave your money?
How can you leave your rich young lord
to be a gypsy's bonnie?
How can you leave your
house and land?
How can you leave your baby?
How can you leave your rich young lord
to be a gypsy's lady?
Oh, come go home with me, my dear.
Come home and be my lover.
I'll furnish you with a room so neat
with a silken bed and covers.
I won't go home with you, sir,
nor will I be your lover.
I care not for your room so neat,
or your silken bed, or your covers.
It's I can leave my house and land,
and I can leave my baby.
I'm going to roam this world around
and be a gypsy's lady.
Oh, soon this lady changed her mind.
Her clothes grew old and faded.
Her hose and shoes came off her feet
and left them bare and naked.
Just what befell this lady now?
I think it worth relating.
Her gypsy found another lesson
left her heart a -breaking.