Chords for Irish Descendants - Raggle Taggle Gypsy

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_ There were [Bm] three old gypsies came [F#m] to our hall door.
[Bm] They came brave and [F#] boldly, oh.
[C#] And there's one sang high [Bm] and the other sang low.
And the lady sang the raggle [F#m]-taggle [E] gypsy, oh. _
_ It was [B] upstairs and downstairs the lady went, put on her suit of leather, oh.
It was the cry all around the door, she's away with the raggle-taggle [E] gypsy, oh.
_ It [Bm] was late that night when the lord came in, inquiring for his lady, oh.
The [Em] servant girl, she [Bm] replied to the lord, she's away with the raggle-taggle gypsy, [G] oh.
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[Bm] Oh, then saddle for me, [F#] me milk-waisty, me big horse is not speedy, oh.
[A] Tonight I'll ride to the wide [Bm] open field and it's there that [F#] I'll spy my [E] lady, oh. _
[Bm] So he rode east, he rode west, he rode north [F#m] and south also.
And [A] it's when he rode to the [G] wide open field, [Bm] it was there that he spied his lady, oh. _ _
Oh, why did you leave your house and your land?
Why did you [F#m] leave your money, oh?
[A] And why did you leave your only [Bm] wedded lord to be off with the raggle-taggle gypsy, oh? _ _
You're a what do I care for me house and me land?
What do I care [F#m] for money, oh?
[A] And what do I care for me only [G] wedded [Bm] lord?
I'm away with the raggle-taggle [B] gypsy, oh. _ _
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Last night you slept in a [Bm] goose feather bed, the blanket's drawn so calmly, [F#m] oh.
Tonight [Bm] you lie in a wide open field in the arms of a raggle-taggle gypsy, _ [B] oh. _
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You're a what do I care for a goose feather bed?
What do I care for blankets all?
And you're a what do I care for me only wedded lord?
[Bm] I'm away with the raggle-taggle [E] gypsy, oh. _ _ _
[Bm] So he rode east, he rode west, he rode [F#m] high and high he rode low.
[A] And I'd rather have a kiss of a yellow [Bm] gypsy's lips than all of your [F#m] cash and your money, [Bm] oh. _ _ _
There were three old gypsies came to our hall door, they came brave [F#m] and boldly, oh.
[A] And as one sang high and the other [G] sang [Bm] low, and the lady sang the raggle-taggle [G] gypsy, oh. _ _
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