Seven Yellow Gypsies
Martin Carthy Lyrics


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There were seven yellow gypsies and all in a row
And none of them lame nor lazy-O
And they sang so sweet and so complete
That they stole the heart of the lady-O

And they sang sweet and they sang shrill
That fast her tears began to flow
And she lay down her silken gown
Her golden rings and all her show

She plucked off all her highheeled shoen
All made of the Spanish leather-O
And she would in the street in her bare bare feet
To run away with the seven yellow gypsies-O

They rode north and they rode south
And they rode it late and early-O
Until they come to the river side
And oh but she was weary-O

Says, Last night I rode by the river side
With me servants all around me-O
And tonight I must go with me bare bare feet
All along with the seven yellow gypsies-O

It was late last night when the lord come home
And his servants they stood ready-O
And the one took his boots and the other took his horse
But away was his own dear lady-O

And when he come to the servants′ door
Enquiring for his lady-O
The one she sighed and the other one cried
She's away with the seven yellow gypsies-O

For I met with a boy and a bonny, bonny boy
And they were strange stories he told me-O
Of the moon that rose by the river side
For pack (??) with the seven yellow gypsies-O

Go saddle to me my bonny, bonny mare
For the brown′s not so speedy-O
And I will ride for to seek my bride
Who's run away with the seven yellow gypsies-O

Oh he rode north and he rode south
And he rode it late and early-O
Until he come to the river side
And it was there that he spied his lady-O

What makes you leave all your house and your land
All your gold and your treasure for to go?
And what makes you leave your new-wedded lord
To run away with the seven yellow gypsies-O?

What care I for me house and me land?
What care I for me treasure-O?
And what care I for me new-wedded lord
For I'm away with the seven yellow gypsies-O

Last night you slept in a goosefeather bed
With the sheet turned down so bravely-O
And tonight you will sleep in the cold barren shed
All along with the seven yellow gypsies-O

What care I for me goosefeather bed
With the sheet turned down so bravely-O?
For tonight I will sleep in the cold barren shed
All along with the seven yellow gypsies-O

There were seven yellow gypsies and all in a row
None of them lame nor lazy-O




And I wouldn′t give a kiss from the gypsies′ lips
For all of your land or your money-O

Overall Meaning

The song "Seven Yellow Gypsies" is a traditional English ballad that tells the story of a lady who falls in love with a group of gypsies who sing so sweetly that they steal her heart. She leaves behind her luxurious life of silk gowns, golden rings, and high-heeled shoes to run away with them. The song chronicles their journey as they ride north and south until they become tired and stop by the river. The lady's new husband sets out to find her and ultimately sees her sleeping in a cold barren shed with the seven yellow gypsies, and she tells him that she loves them more than her gold, treasure, or her new-wedded lord.


The lyrics of "Seven Yellow Gypsies" depict the longing for freedom and adventure from the tedious lives of the rich and established, and the discovery of a community ready to accept and appreciate the whims of life. The song's use of bright colors and the emotive nature of music is significant as it underscores the notion that beauty and emotion have value, even if it lies outside of what society deems meaningful. In essence, these themes draw attention to the persistent allure of alternative lifestyles and challenge the rhetoric of the establishment.


Line by Line Meaning

There were seven yellow gypsies and all in a row
There were seven gypsies with yellow skin who stood side by side


And none of them lame nor lazy-O
None of these gypsies were disabled or lazy


And they sang so sweet and so complete
They sang in a pleasing and perfect way


That they stole the heart of the lady-O
Their music captured the affections of a lady


And they sang sweet and they sang shrill
Their singing was both sweet and high-pitched


That fast her tears began to flow
Their music moved her to tears


And she lay down her silken gown
She removed her fancy clothing


Her golden rings and all her show
She took off all her jewelry and accessories


She plucked off all her highheeled shoes
She removed her fancy shoes with high heels


All made of the Spanish leather-O
Her shoes were made from Spanish leather


And she would in the street in her bare bare feet
She walked in the street with no shoes on


To run away with the seven yellow gypsies-O
She fled with the group of seven yellow-skinned gypsies


They rode north and they rode south
The gypsies traveled in both north and south directions


And they rode it late and early-O
They traveled at all hours of the day and night


Until they come to the river side
Eventually, they arrived at the riverbank


And oh but she was weary-O
The lady was tired and exhausted


Says, Last night I rode by the river side
The lady spoke and said that she had ridden by the river the previous night


With me servants all around me-O
She was surrounded by her servants


And tonight I must go with me bare bare feet
But that night, she had to go barefoot


All along with the seven yellow gypsies-O
As she was running away with the group of seven yellow-skinned gypsies


It was late last night when the lord come home
The lord arrived home late the previous night


And his servants they stood ready-O
His servants were waiting for him


And the one took his boots and the other took his horse
One took his boots, and the other took his horse


But away was his own dear lady-O
But his lady was already gone


And when he come to the servants' door
When he arrived at the servants' door


Enquiring for his lady-O
Asking where his lady was


The one she sighed and the other one cried
One of the servants sighed, and the other cried


She's away with the seven yellow gypsies-O
Telling him that she had run away with the group of yellow gypsies


For I met with a boy and a bonny, bonny boy
The lady's encounter with a boy


And they were strange stories he told me-O
The boy told her odd tales


Of the moon that rose by the river side
The boy told of the moon rising by the river


For pack (??) with the seven yellow gypsies-O
Involving the group of yellow gypsies in his story


Go saddle to me my bonny, bonny mare
The lord commands his mare to be saddled for him


For the brown's not so speedy-O
Because the brown horse is not very fast


And I will ride for to seek my bride
He's going to find his wife


Who's run away with the seven yellow gypsies-O
Who had fled with the group of seven yellow-skinned gypsies


Oh he rode north and he rode south
He traveled north and south for his search


Until he come to the river side
He finally came to the riverbank


And it was there that he spied his lady-O
He saw his lady there


What makes you leave all your house and your land
He asks what compelled her to abandon her house and land


All your gold and your treasure for to go?
And all her wealth


And what makes you leave your new-wedded lord
He also asks why she would leave her newly-wedded husband


To run away with the seven yellow gypsies-O?
To elope with a group of yellow gypsies


What care I for me house and me land?
She responds asking, 'What do I care for my house or land?'


What care I for me treasure-O?
She doesn't care about her wealth either


And what care I for me new-wedded lord
Nor does she care about her new husband


For I'm away with the seven yellow gypsies-O
Because she is with the group of seven yellow-skinned gypsies


Last night you slept in a goosefeather bed
He recalls that she slept in a luxurious goosefeather bed


With the sheet turned down so bravely-O
And that she had turned the bed sheet with a bold attitude


And tonight you will sleep in the cold barren shed
But now she will sleep in a cold, empty shed


All along with the seven yellow gypsies-O
Because she's with the group of seven yellow-skinned gypsies


What care I for me goosefeather bed
She doesn't care about her fancy bed anymore


With the sheet turned down so bravely-O?
Why should she?


For tonight I will sleep in the cold barren shed
Because tonight, she can only sleep in a cold, empty shed


All along with the seven yellow gypsies-O
As she is going along with the seven yellow-skinned gypsies


And I wouldn't give a kiss from the gypsies' lips
She declares that she prefers to be with the gypsies


For all of your land or your money-O
Rather than having all his land or money




Writer(s): Trad Pd, Martin Carthy

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Frank Sabatino

With this song Martin became one of the few standard bearers in British folk music. His daring guitar work and insistent voice are unmistakable, and he shows no fear exploring the darkness in the tradition.

Susan Ritter

Beautiful, variant version of "The Raggle Taggle Gypsies" & "Black Jack Davy," which themselves survive in many regional versions. Another outstanding performance from Martin Carthy here.

Cowman Zzz

Susan Ritter b also gypsie Davy

Suzanne Katz

Brilliant,love this,thanks for posting.

drharveys

Super montage -- loved the Chagall!

Julian Longden

Brilliant!

Mehefinheulog1

but my meagre offering just a triffle compared to the genius of this performance by Carthy it's just astounding

bertaga41

In some versions of this brilliant song it says she left her young children behind and this takes away the romance from the idea of running away with the handsome , exciting gypsy and I think makes her look callous. This is offset by the idea that the Gypsy used magic to charm her away from her rich lord whose reaction is very calm and reasonable when compared to the Lord in Matty Groves ?

Mehefinheulog1

yes, calm indeed, steely cool in fact

Elliot Shulman

captivating

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