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The Gypsy Laddie (4) 
The Gypsy Laddie (4) 
The Swuire came home late in the night Inquiring for his lady, The answer that they made to him, "She's gone with the Gypsy Davy. 
cho: All a lip-toe tally boney hair hair All a lip-toe laddy. 
He saddled up his milk-white steed He saddled up his pony He rode all night till brod daylight Till he overtook his lady. 
It's come go back my dearest dear Come back with me, my honey, I'll swear by the sword that hangs by my side You shall never want for money. 
I won't go back my dearest dear I won't go back, my honey For I'd rather have a kiss from Gypsum's lips Than all your land and money. 
Pull off, pull off your high-heeled shoes That's made of Spanish leather, And give to me your lily-white hand We'll bid farewell forever. 
She pulled off her high-heeled shoes A-made of Spanish leather, And gave to him her lily-white hand And bade him farewell forever. 
Last night she slept on a soft feather bed With her good lord beside her Tonight she lies on the cold cold ground With the gypsies all around her. 
Child #200 from 80 English Folk Songs, Sharp APR99