Seven Gypsies

Seven Gypsies stood in a row
And they sang so sweetly through the air
They sang so sweet so very sweet
They stole the heart of the lady fair.

She stood in her castle high
Smiling on the gypsies-o.
A jealous thought came into her mind
She would follow the dark eyed gypsies- o.

Her young lord came home that night
Enquiring for his lady-o
“I’m afraid, I’m afraid”, said the old kitchen maid
“She’s gone with the dark eyed gypsies- o.”.

He rode East and he rode West
Till he came to a farmer’s door
“Farmer, farmer tell me the truth
Have you seen the dark eyed gypsies- o?”

“Ride on, ride on”, the farmer cried
“Down in yonder valley-o
There you’ll find your own true bride
In the arms of the dark eyed gypsies-o”

“Will you forsake your house and land
Will you give up your little son?
Will you lie on the cold, cold ground
In the arms of the dark eyed gypsy-o?”

“I’ll give up my lord”, she said;
“I’ll forsake my little son;
I’ll eat of the grass and drink of the dew
And lie with the dark eyed gypsy-o”.