Classic Poem

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.

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."

" 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."

Riding by the river-side,
The grass was wet and dewy;
Seated with her gipsey lad,
It 's there he spied his lady.

" 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?"

" 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."

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.