Three gypsies cam o'er the hill,
and o' but they sang bonnie,
they sang sae sweet and sae complete,
that they won the heart o' the la-aa-ady.

         Chorus:
Ah-de-do, ah-de-do-da-day,
Ah-de-do, ah-de-da-ay
He 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,
she's 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,
who's 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,
it 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,
in 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
Wi' my handsome gypsy rover.