Seven Yellow Gypsies Songtext
von Nic Jones

There were seven gypsies all in a row
And they sang neat and bonny-o
Sang so neat and they′re so complete
They stole the heart of a lady
She's kicked off her high heeled shoes
Made of Spanish leather
And she′s put on an old pair of brogues
To follow the gypsy laddie
Late at night her Lord come home
And he's inquiring for his lady
The servant's down on his knees and said
"She′s away with the seven gypsies"


He′s ridden o'er the high, high hills
Until he come to the morning
And there he′s found his own dear wife
And she's in the arms of the seven gypsies
Well, last night I slept in a feather bed
The sheets and the blankets around me
Tonight I slept in the cold open field
In the arms of me seven gypsies
Seven gypsies all in a row
And they sang neat and bonny-o
Sang so neat, but they all were hanged
For the stealing of a famous lady