Last night she slept in a goose-feather bed, Last night she slept with her baby-o, But tonight she sleeps on the cold, cold ground, But she sleeps with the black-jack gypsy-o (x2)
Go saddle up my milk-white steed, Go blanket up my roan-o, And I will ride o'er the countryside, And search for the black-jack gypsy-o. (x2)
He rode twill he come to a village-town On the side of the River Dee-o, And oh, how the tears come a rollin' down When he spied his own fair lady-o.
Come back, come back, come back my miss, come back, come back my honey-o, And I'll swear by the sun and the moon and the stars You never will want for money-o.
Ah no, Ah no, I'll not come back, And I'll not be your honey-o, For I'd rather have a kiss from the gypsy's lips Than all of your lands and money-o.
Pull off, pull off those high-heeled shoes, Those gloves of snow-white leather-o, And give me the touch of your lily-white hand, And id me farewell forever-o.
She pulled off her high-heeled shoes, Her gloves of Spanish leather-o, And she handed him down her lily-white hand And bade him farewell forever-o.
Last night she slept in a goose-feather bed, His lordship slept beside her-o, But tonight she sleeps on the cold, cold ground With the gypsies all around her-o.