Little last night my lord came
home asking about his lady
The only answer he received, she's gone with the gypsy davey,
gone with the gypsy davey
Well saddle for me my buckskin horse,
my hundred dollar saddle
Pourin' me out their wagon tracks,
After them I'll travel,
after them I'll ride.
Well he rode and he rode in
the midnight moon,
Till he saw the campfire gleaming,
Heard the voice of that big guitar,
The voice of the gypsy singin'
The song of the gypsy dame.
Well, have you forsaken your house and land,
your butlers and your ladies?
Have you forsaken your husband, dear,
to go with the gypsy davey, sing with the gypsy
davey?
Yes, I have forsaken my house and land,
my butlers and my ladies, and I've forsaken
and my husband,
dear, just to go with the gypsy davey
and sing with the gypsy
davey.
She left to leave her house and land,
the butlers and the ladies.
With the tears come trickling
down her cheeks
at the thought of the blue -eyed baby,
pretty little blue -eyed baby.
Oh, take off, take off your
buckskin gloves
Made of
Spanish leather
Give to me your little hand
We'll ride back home together
Ride back home again
No, I'll not take off my buckskin glove
Made of
Spanish leather
Gonna go my way from day to day
I'll sing with the
Gypsy
Davey
Song with the
Gypsy
Davey
The song with the
Gypsy
Davey
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