N01. The wraggle taggle Gipsies, O! Allegro commodo. VOICE. PIANO. cham -ber late, Her heart it melt) - ed a as snow. 51201.—THE WRAGGLE TAGGLE GIPSIES, 0! 1 Three gipsies stood at the Castle gate, They sang so high, they sang so low, The lady sate in her chamber late, Her heart it mehed away as snow. 2 They sang 50 sweet, they sang so shrill, That fast her tears began to flow. And she laid down her silken gown, Her golden rings and all her show. 3 She pluck-ed off her high-heeled shoes, A-made of Spanish leather, O. She would in the street, with her bare, bare feet ; All out in the wind and weather, O. 4 O saddle to me my milk-white steed, And go and felch me my pony, O! That | may ride and seek my bride, Who is gone with the wraggle taggie gipsies, O! 5 O he rode high, and he rode low, He rode through wood and copses too, Until he came to’an open field, And there he espied his a-lady, O! 6 What makes you leave your house and land? Your golden treasures for to go? What makes you leave your new-wedded lord, ‘Yo follow the wraggle taggle gipsies, 0? What care I for my house and my land? What care { for my treasure, O? What care I for my new-wedded lord, I'm off with the wraggle taggle gipsies, O! 8 Last night you slept on a goose-feather bed, With the sheet turned down so bravely, O! And to-night you'll sleep in a cold open field, Along with the wraggle taggle gipsies, O! 9 What care I for a goose-feather bed, With the sheet turned down so bravely, O! For to-night I shall sleep in a cold open field, Along with the wraggle taggle gipsies, O!NO 2. Lord Rendal. = where hav been to my eweet-heart,O eng ee SS | _d u 51206 2. LORD RENDAL. U where have you been to, Rendal my son? O where have you been, my sweet pretty one? Pye been to my sweetheart; Q make my bed svon I'm sick to my heart and fain would Tic «own. © what did she give you, Rendal my son? © what did she give you, my pretty one? She gave me some eels; Q make my hed soon, V'm sick to my heart and fain would lie down © what colour were they, Rendal my son? © what colour were they, my pretty one? ‘They were speckled and blotched; O mal tm my bed soon. k to my heart and fain would tie down © where did she get them, Rundal my son ¢ O where did she get them, my pretty one? From hedge and ditches; OQ make my bet soun, I'm sick to my heart and fain would lie down. O where are your bloodhounds, Rendal my son? © where are your bloodhounds, my pretty one? ‘They swelled and they died; O make my T'm sick to my heart and fain would lie down, ed soon (© that was strong poison, Rendal my son! © that was strong poison, my pretty one! You'll dic, you'll die, Rendal my son, You'll die, you'll die, my sweet pretty one