PR Website - The Gypsy Laddie

THERE came Gyptians to Corse Field yeats, Black, tho they warna bonny; They danced so neat and they danced so fine, Till down came the bonny lady.
She came trippin down the satir, And her nine maidens afore her; But up and starts him Johny Fa, And he cast the glamour oer her.
'Ye'll take frae me this gay mantle, And ye'll gie to me a plaidie; For I shall follow Johny Fa, Lat weel or woe betide me.'
They've taen frae her her fine mantle, And they've gaen to her a plaidie, And she's awa wi Johny Fa, Whatever may betide her.
When they came to a wan water, I wite it wasna bonny, . . . . . . . . . .
'Yestreen I wade this wan water, And my good lord was wi me; The night I man cast aff my shoes and wide, And the black bands widen wi me.
'Yestreen I lay in a well made bed, And my good lord lay wi me; The night I maun ly in a tenant's barn, And the black bands lyin wi me.'
'Come to yer bed,' says Johnie Fa, 'Come to yer bed, my dearie, And I shall swer, by the coat that I wear, That my hand it shall never go near thee.'
'I will never come to yer bed, I will never be yer dearie; For I think I hear his horse's foot That was once called my dearie.'
'Come to yer bed,' says Johny Fa, 'Come to yer bed, my dearie, And I shall swear, by the coat that I wear, That my hand it shall never go oer thee.'
'I will niver come to yer bed, I will niver be yer dearie; For I think I hear his bridle ring That was once called my dearie.'

When that good lord came hame at night, He called for his lady; The one maid said, and the other replied, 'She's aff wi the Gyptian laddy.'
'Ye'll saddle to me the good black steed, Tho the brown it was never so bonny; Before that ever I eat or drink, I shall have back my lady.'

'Yestreen we were fifteen good armed men; Tho black, we werena bonny; The night we a' ly slain for one, It's the Laird o Corse Field's lady.'