The Gipsy Laddies

Three gipsies cam tae our haa door

An wow bit thae sang bonnie-o

Thae sang sae sweet an sae complete

That thae chairmt the Earl o Fyvie's ladie-o

An it's she cam trippin doun the stair

Wi her maidens twa afore her-o

An thae tuik ane luik at her weil-faured face

An thae cast thair spells out ower her-o

Thae gied tae her the nutmeg fine

Likewise the wee bit ginger-o

An the ane o thaim stept tae her side

Stole the gowd ring aff her finger-o

An 'tis she's taen aff her silken goun

Pit oan her tartan plaidie

An she's caad her maidens tae her side

For tae bid fareweil tae thair ladie-o

Bit whan her guid lord cam hame that nicht

He wis spierin for his ladie

"Oh, the hound has rin an the hawks are flown

An the gipsies awa wi your ladie-o"

"Gae saddle tae me the bonnie black steed

The broun wis never sae speedie-o

An it's A will neither eat nor drink

Until A bring back my ladie-o"

An it's he's rade east an he's rade west

An he's rade thro Strathbogie-o

Until he spied his ain bonnie lass

She wis followin the gipsy laddies-o

"Well, last time that A crossed this burn

A had dukes and lords tae attend me-o

Bit this nicht A maun tak tae ma white feet an wade

Wi the gipsies wadin aa roun me-o"

"Thair's sieven brithers amang yese aa

An wow bit ye sang bonnie-o

Bit this verra nicht ye'll aa hing high

For stealin the Earl o Fyvie's ladie-o"

An he's sent for a hangman frae Fife

An anither frae Kirkcaldy-o

An he's lain thaim aa doun ane by ane

For stealin awa his bonnie ladie-o

"Last nicht A slept in a braw feather bed

Wi the sheets turnt doun sae bravely-o

Bit this nicht A maun lie in a cauld barren field

Wi the gipsies lyin aa roun me-o"