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Seven Little Gipsies

Seven little gipsies, song / Paddy Tunney, singing in English

Seven little gipsies, song / Paddy Tunney, singing in English

There were seven little gipsies all in a row
As we went down to Strabally
And I wouldn’t give a kiss off a gipsy lassie’s lips
For all old squire Cash’s money oh

Come saddle for me, my pretty fair maid
Saddle for me, my honey oh
For I wouldn’t give a kiss off a gipsy lassie’s lips
For all old squire Cash’s money oh

He rode East and she rode West
Until I came to Strabally
And who did I spy but my own wedded wife
All alone with the raggle-taggle gipsies oh

Last night I lay on a cold barn floor
With seven yellow gipsies to annoy me oh
But tonight I will lie on my own feather bed
With my own yellow gipsy all beside me oh.

(followed by lilting)