Traditional, arranged by the Tannahill Weavers
There were 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 lady o
Laddie o, laddie o, follow the gypsy laddie o.
It's ye'll tak' aff that silken goon,
and put on this tartan plaidie o
And ye'll come awa' this lee-lang-nicht,
and follow the gypsy laddie o.
Lord Castles he's cam hame at e'en,
enquiring for his lady-o
The hounds is run, the hawks is flown,
and the gypsy's awa' wi' yer lady o.
Come saddle tae 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 gypsy laddie o.
Will ye come wi' me, my honey and my heart,
will ye come wi' me my lady o
And I swear by the sword, that hangs by my side
the black band ne'er shall steal ye o.
I winnae come wi' you my honey and my heart,
I winnae come wi' you my dearie o
Till I hae drank the breest I brewed
and that's in the water o' the Eerie o.