6 ‘Last night I lay on a good feather-bed, And my own wedded lord beside me, And tonight I’ll lie in the ash-corner, With the gypsies all around me. 7 ‘They took off my high-heeled shoes, That were made of Spanish leather, And I have put on coarse Lowland brogues, To trip it oer the heather.’ 8 ‘The Earl of Cashan is lying sick; Not one hair I’m sorry; I’d rather have a kiss from his fair lady’s lips Than all his gold and his money.’ * * * * * J #a.# Written down by Newton Pepoun, as learned from a boy with whom he went to school in Stockbridge, Massachusetts, about 1845. #b.# From the singing of Mrs Farmer, born in Maine, as learned by her daughter, about 1840. 1 There was a gip came oer the land, He sung so sweet and gaily; He sung with glee, neath the wild wood tree, He charmed the great lord’s lady. Ring a ding a ding go ding go da, Ring a ding a ding go da dy, Ring a ding a ding go ding go da, She’s gone with the gipsey Davy. 2 The lord he came home late that night; Enquiring for his lady, ‘She’s gone, she’s gone,’ said his old servant-man, ‘She’s gone with the gipsey Davy.’ 3 ‘Go saddle me my best black mare; The grey is neer so speedy; For I’ll ride all night, and I’ll ride all day, Till I overtake my lady.’ 4 Riding by the river-side, The grass was wet and dewy; Seated with her gipsey lad, It’s there he spied his lady. 5 ‘Would you forsake your house and home? Would you forsake your baby? Would you forsake your own true love, And go with the gipsey Davy?’ 6 ‘Yes, I’ll forsake my house and home, Yes, I’ll forsake my baby; What care I for my true love? I love the gipsey Davy.’ 7 The great lord he rode home that night, He took good care of his baby, And ere six months had passed away He married another lady. * * * * * K #a.# From Mrs Helena Titus Brown of New York. #b.# From Miss Emma A. Clinch of New York. Derived, 1820, or a little later, #a# directly, #b# indirectly, from the singing of Miss Phœbe Wood, Huntington, Long Island, and perhaps learned from English soldiers there stationed during the Revolutionary war. * * * * * * 1 ‘Go bring me down my high-heeled shoes, Made of the Spanish leather, And I’ll take off my low-heeled shoes, And away we’ll go together.’ Lumpy dumpy linky dinky day Lumpy dumpy linky dinky daddy 2 They brought her down her high-heeled shoes, Made of the Spanish leather, And she took off her low-heeled shoes, And away they went together. 3 And when Lord Garrick he got there, Inquiring for his lady, Then up steps his best friend: ‘She’s gone with a gipsy laddie.’