A version from the Irish Descendants:

Ah there were three old gypsies came to our hall door.
They came brave and boldly-o,
And there's one sang high and the other sang low,
And the lady sang the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o.

It was upstairs and downstairs the lady went,
Put on her suit of leather-o.
It was the cry all 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.
The servant girl she replied to the lord,
"She's away with the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o."

"Oh, saddle for me, me milk white steed.
Me big horse is not speedy-o.
Tonight I'll ride to the wide-open field,
And it's there that I'll spy my Lady-o."

So he rode east and he rode west.
He rode north and south also,
But when he rode to the wide-open field
It was there that he spied his lady-o.

"Oh, why did you leave your house and your land?
Why did you leave your money-o?
Why did you leave your only wedded lord
To be off with the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o?"

"Yerra, what do I care for me house and me land?
What do I care for money-o??
And what do I care for my only wedded lord??
I'm away with the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o."

"Last night you slept in a goose-feather bed
With blankets drawn so comely-o.
Tonight you'll lie in a wide-open field
In the arms of a Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o."

"Yerra, what do I care for a goose-feather bed?
What do I care for blankets-o?
And what do I care for me only wedded lord?
I'm away with the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o."

So he rode east and she rode west.
He rode high and I rode low.
"I'd rather have a kiss of the yellow Gypsy's lips
Than all of your cash and your money-o."

HTML line breaks added. --JoeClone, 23-Oct-02.