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Текст с Bandcamp’а: “Rumour has it that the gypsy in this song was, in fact, a prince. Thankfully, for once, he hasn’t started life as a little green amphibian only to arrive at the final humiliation - marriage, to a woman who kisses frogs. There were three gypsies in a row And o’ but they were bonnie o They sang sae sweet and sae complete They’ve stolen the heart of a lady o. Laddie o, laddie o, follow the gypsie laddie o. I’ts ye’ll tak’ aff that silken goon And put on this tartan plaidie o And ye’ll come awa’ this lee-lang-nicht And follow the gypsie laddie o. Lord Castles he’s cam home at e’en Enquiring for his lady o The hounds is run, the hawks is flown And the gypsie’s awa’ wi’ yer lady o. Laddie o, laddie o, follow the gypsie laddie o. Come saddle tae me the black, the black Mak’ haste and soon be ready o For meat and drink I winna taste Till I get back my lady o. And he’s rode east, and he’s rode west Till he’s cam tae yonder boggie o And there he spied the well-faured maid In the arms of the gypsie laddie o. Laddie o, laddie o, follow the gypsie laddie o. Will ye come wi’ me my honey and my heart Will ye come wi me my lady o And I swear by the sword that hangs by my side The black band ne’er shall steal ye o. I winnae come wi’ you my honey and my heart I winnea come wi’ you my dearie o Till I hae drank the breest I brewed And that’s in the water o’ Eerie o Laddie o, laddie o, follow the gypsie laddie o. from The Tannahill Weavers, released January 1, 1979 Traditional arr. Tannahill Weavers“
