GYPSY DAVY (Traditional / Arr: Galleon)
It was late last night when the Squire came in inquiring for his Lady,
When a servant cried from around the door
"She's away with the Gypsy Davy"
Rattle for the gypsy, gypsy, gypsy, rattle for the Gypsy Davy,
Rattle for the gypsy, gypsy, gypsy, rattle for the Gypsy Davy.
Ah! saddle for me my milk white steed for the big horse is not speedy,
And I will ride 'til I seek my bride she's away with the Gypsy Davy.
He rode east and he rode west, and he rode north and south also,
Until he came to an open field and there he spied his Lady-O.
O! come back my dearest dear, o! come back my honey,
O! come back my dearest dear and I'll give you all my money.
O! what care I for a house or land, what care I for money,
Tonight I'll lie in an open field in the arms of the Gypsy Davy.