It was late last night, when my lord came home,

Enquiring for his a-lady, O!

The servants said, on every hand:

"She's gone with the wraggle taggle gipsies, O!"

"O saddle to me my milk-white steed.

Go and fetch me my pony, O!

That I may ride and seek my bride,

Who is gone with the wraggle taggle gipsies, O!"

O he rode high and he rode low,

He rode through woods and copses too,