Gypsy Laddie
Ed McCurdy Lyrics


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Bjørn Føyn Jespersen

The Folk Box 1964 ELK-BOX
TFB1 Songs of the old world and migration to the new
06 (06 of 83) GYPSY LADDIE/Ed McCurdy.

Ed McCurdy, the baritone with the big folk repertoire, gives us another side of the background for immigration, or indeed, for leaving any place of established authority and responsibility for another life. The romanticism here is one that the peasant- and working classes could easily identify with. What better way to show contempt for a lord than to steal his lady?

It was late in the night when the squire come home,
Inquiring for his lady;
The watchman made a sure reply
She’s gone with the Gypsy Davy.
CHORUS:
Rattle tum a gypsy, gypsy,
Rattle tum a gypsy Davy.

Go catch me up my old gray horse,
My old gray horse so speedy,
I’ll ride all night and I’ll ride all day
And I’ll overtake my lady.
CHORUS.

As he caught up his old gray horse,
His old gray horse so speedy,
He rode all night, and he rode all day
And he overtook his lady.
CHORUS.

It’s come go back, my dearest dear,
It’s come go back, my honey,
It’s come go back, my dearest dear,
You never shall want for money.
CHORUS.

I won’t go back, my dearest dear,
Nor I won’t go back, my honey,
For I wouldn’t give a kiss from the gypsy’s lips
For you and all your money.
CHORUS.

It’s go pull off those snow-white gloves
That’s made of Spanish leather,
And give to me your lily-white hand
And bid farewell forever.
CHORUS.

It’s she pulled off them snow-white gloves
That’s made of Spanish leather.
She give to him her lily-white hand
And bid farewell forever.
CHORUS.

I once could have had as many fine things,
Fine feather beds and money,
But now my bed is made of hay
And the gypsies dance around me.
CHORUS:
Rattle tum a gypsy, gypsy,
Rattle tum a gypsy Davy.

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