la piu' bella canzone irlandese

The Raggle Taggle Gypsy, da sempre. Bellissima la versione di Christy moore in Traveller.

There were three old gypsies came to our house door
They came brave and boldy-o
And the one sang high and the other sang low
And the other sang a raggle-taggle gypsy-o

It was upstairs, downstairs the lady went
Put on her suit of leather-o
And there was a cry from around the door
She's away with the raggle-taggle gypsy-o

It was late that night when the lord came in
Inquiring for his lady-o
And the servant girl she says to the lord
"She's away with the raggle-taggle gypsy-o"

"Well, saddle for me my milk-white steed
My big horse is not speedy-o
And I will ride till I seek my bride
She's away with the raggle-taggle gypsy-o"

Well, he rode east, and he rode west,
He rode north and south also
Until at last he came to a wide-open field
It was there that he spied his lady-o

"Tell me, how could you leave your goose-feather bed,
Your blankets strewn so comely-o
How could you leave your newly-wedded lord,
All for a raggle-taggle gypsy-o?"

"Well, what care I for my goose-feather bed,
For my blankets strewn so comely-o?
Tonight I lie in a wide-open field
In the arms of a raggle-taggle gypsy-o"

"Tell me, how could you leave your house and your land,
How could you leave your money-o
How could you leave your only wedded lord,
All for a raggle-taggle gypsy-o?"

"Well, what care I for my house and my land,
And what care I for my money-o?
I'd rather have a kiss from the yellow gypsy's lips,
I'm away with the raggle-taggle gypsy-o!"