8 He rode all that summer’s night, And part of the next morning; At length he spy’d his own wedded wife, She was cold, wet, and weary. 9 ‘Why did you leave your houses and land? Or why did you leave your money? Or why did you leave your good wedded lord, To follow the gypsey loddy?’ 10 ‘O what care I for houses and land? Or what care I for money? So as I have brewd, so will I return; So fare you well, my honey!’ 11 There was seven gypsies in a gang, And they was brisk and bonny, And they’re to be hanged all on a row, For the Earl of Castle’s lady. * * * * * H Shropshire Lolk-Lore, edited by Charlotte Sophia Burne, p. 550, as sung May 23, 1885, by gypsy children. 1 There came a gang o gipsies by, And they was singing so merry, O Till they gained the heart o my lady gay, . . . . . . . 2 As soon as the lord he did come in, Enquired for his lady, O And some o the sarvants did-a reply, ‘Her’s away wi the gipsy laddie.’ O 3 ‘O saddle me the bay, and saddle me the grey, Till I go and sarch for my lady;’ And some o the sarvants did-a reply, ‘Her’s away wi the gipsy laddie.’ 4 And he rode on, and he rode off, Till he came to the gipsies’ tentie, And there he saw his lady gay, By the side o the gipsy laddie. 5 ‘Didn’t I leave you houses and land? And didn’t I leave you money? Didn’t I leave you three pretty babes As ever was in yonder green island?’ 6 ‘What care I for houses and land? And what care I for money? What do I care for three pretty babes?’ . . . . . . . 7 ‘The tother night you was on a feather bed, Now you’re on a straw one,’ . . . . . . . . . . . . . . * * * * * I From Miss Margaret Reburn, “as sung in County Meath, Ireland, about 1860.” 1 There come seven gypsies on a day, Oh, but they sang bonny! O And they sang so sweet, and they sang so clear, Down cam the earl’s ladie. O 2 They gave to her the nutmeg, And they gave to her the ginger; But she gave to them a far better thing, The seven gold rings off her fingers. 3 When the earl he did come home, Enquiring for his ladie, One of the servants made this reply, ‘She’s awa with the gypsie lad[d]ie.’ 4 ‘Come saddle for me the brown,’ he said, ‘For the black was neer so speedy, And I will travel night and day Till I find out my ladie. 5 ‘Will you come home, my dear?’ he said, ‘Oh will you come home, my honey? And, by the point of my broad sword, A hand I’ll neer lay on you.’