Three gypsies cam o'er the hill,
and o' but they sang bonnie,
they sang sae sweet and sae complete,
won the heart o' the la-aa-ady.
whistled and he sang 'til the greenwoods rang,
And he won the heart of a lady.
Twas late that night when the Laird cam in,
enquiring for his La-ady,
The servant girls reply tae him was,
awa wi' the gypsy ro-o--over.
Gie saddle tae me, my milk white steed,
my black mare is'na sae speedy,
and I will ride and I'll seek my bride,
away wi' the gypsy ro-o-over.
So he rade north and he rode south,
and he rode east and west also,
until he came tae a wide open field,
was there he spied his la-a-dy.
last night ye lay in a goose feather bed,
wi' blankets drawn sae comely,
tonight ye lie in a wide open field,
the arms of a gypsy ro-o-over.
He is no gypsy, my own dear laird,
But lord of these lands all over,
And I'll lay doon till my dying day
my handsome gypsy rover.