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Directo de Zamburiel en Fnac Callao (Madrid) interpretando “The raggle taggle gypsies”, el 11 de Junio de 2010. THE RAGGLE TAGGLE GYPSIES (Letra y música: tradicional; Arreglos: Zamburiel) Three gipsies stood at the castle gate, they sang so high, they sang so low, the lady sat in her chamber late, her heart it melted away as snow. They sang so sweet, they sang so shrill, that soon her tears began to flow and she laid down her silken gown, her golden rings and all her show. She plucked off her high-heeled shoes made of Spanish leather, oh. She went in the street with her bare, bare feet, all out in the wind and weather, oh. It was late last night when my lord came home inquiring for his lady, oh. The servants said on every hand, “she’s gone with the raggle taggle gipsies, oh.” “Oh saddle to me, my milk white steed, and go and fetch my pony, oh. That I may ride and seek my bride, who’s gone with the raggle taggle gypsies, oh.” Oh he rode high and he rode low, he rode through wood and copses too, until he came to an open field, and it was there where he espied his lady, oh. “What makes you leave your house and land, your golden treasures to forgo? What makes you leave your new-wedded lord, to follow the raggle taggle gipsies, oh?” “Oh what care I for my house and land, what care I for my money, oh? What care I for my newly-wedded lord, I’m off with the raggle taggle gipsies, oh?”