Oh, there were seven little gypsies
standing in a row
They were none of them lame or lazy, oh
And the fairest one is among
them all
She is gone,
what a dark -eyed gypsy, oh
Come saddle for me, my pretty fair maid
Will you come with me, my honey, oh
For I wouldn't give a kiss
off a gypsy lad his lip's
not for all our cash's money, oh.
Oh, she wrote a western,
I hear old bands,
Till we came in to Strabally.
Oh, then who did I meet?
Put me on with a wife,
And she gone with a dark -eyed gypsy,
oh.
Come with me, my pretty fair maid,
Will you come with me, my true love, oh.
Sure, I wouldn't give a kiss
off a gypsy's laddie's lips,
Not for all our cash's money, oh.
Last night she lay in a bed of a down,
And seven yellow gypsies
round her all.
But tonight I'm lying in a cold barn floor,
And seven yellow gypsies turn I me on.
Last night I laid in a cold barn floor,
And seven yellow gypsies
turned eye me on,
But tonight I'm lying in a bed of a down,
And me own true love long side me on.