Seven Yellow Gypsies - Martin Carthy

Seven Yellow Gypsies - Martin Carthy
There were seven yellow gypsies and all in a row
And none of them lame nor lazy oh
And they sang so sweet and so complete
That they stole the heart of the lady oh
And they sang sweet and they sang shrill
That fast her tears began to flow
And she lay down her silken gown
Her golden rings and all her show
She plucked off all her highheeled shoen
All made of the Spanish leather oh
And she would in the street in her bare bare feet
To run away with the seven yellow gypsies oh
They rode north and they rode south
And they rode it late and early oh
Until they come to the river side
And oh but she was weary oh
Says last night I rode by the river side
With me servants all around me oh
And tonight I must go with me bare bare feet
All along with the seven yellow gypsies oh
It was late last night when the Lord come home
And his servants they stood ready oh
And the one took his boots and the other took his horse
But away was his own dear lady oh
And when he come to the servants' door
Enquiring for his lady oh
The one she sighed and the other one cried
She's away with the seven yellow gypsies oh
For I met with a boy and a bonny bonny boy
And they were strange stories he told me oh
Of the moon that rose by the river side
For pack with the seven yellow gypsies oh
Go saddle to me my bonny bonny mare
For the brown's not so speedy oh
And I will ride for to seek my bride
Who's run away with the seven yellow gypsies oh
Oh he rode north and he rode south
And he rode it late and early oh
Until he come to the river side
And it was there that he spied his lady oh
What makes you leave all your house and your land
All your gold and your treasure for to go
And what makes you leave your new wedded Lord
To run away with the seven yellow gypsies oh
What care I for me house and me land
What care I for me treasure oh
And what care I for me new wedded Lord
For I'm away with the seven yellow gypsies oh
Last night you slept in a goosefeather bed
With the sheet turned down so bravely oh
And tonight you will sleep in the cold barren shed
All along with the seven yellow gypsies oh
What care I for me goosefeather bed
With the sheet turned down so bravely oh
For tonight I will sleep in the cold barren shed
All along with the seven yellow gypsies oh
There were seven yellow gypsies and all in a row
None of them lame nor lazy oh
And I wouldn't give a kiss from the gypsies' lips
For all of your land or your money oh