Three gipsies cam tae our haa door An wow bit thae sang bonnie-o Thae sang sae sweet an sae complete That thae chairmt the Earl o Fyvie's ladie-o An it's she cam trippin doun the stair Wi her maidens twa afore her-o An thae tuik ane luik at her weil-faured face An thae cast thair spells out ower her-o Thae gied tae her the nutmeg fine Likewise the wee bit ginger-o An the ane o thaim stept tae her side Stole the gowd ring aff her finger-o An 'tis she's taen aff her silken goun Pit oan her tartan plaidie An she's caad her maidens tae her side For tae bid fareweil tae thair ladie-o Bit whan her guid lord cam hame that nicht He wis spierin for his ladie "Oh, the hound has rin an the hawks are flown An the gipsies awa wi your ladie-o" "Gae saddle tae me the bonnie black steed The broun wis never sae speedie-o An it's A will neither eat nor drink Until A bring back my ladie-o" An it's he's rade east an he's rade west An he's rade thro Strathbogie-o Until he spied his ain bonnie lass She wis followin the gipsy laddies-o "Well, last time that A crossed this burn A had dukes and lords tae attend me-o Bit this nicht A maun tak tae ma white feet an wade Wi the gipsies wadin aa roun me-o" "Thair's sieven brithers amang yese aa An wow bit ye sang bonnie-o Bit this verra nicht ye'll aa hing high For stealin the Earl o Fyvie's ladie-o" An he's sent for a hangman frae Fife An anither frae Kirkcaldy-o An he's lain thaim aa doun ane by ane For stealin awa his bonnie ladie-o "Last nicht A slept in a braw feather bed Wi the sheets turnt doun sae bravely-o Bit this nicht A maun lie in a cauld barren field Wi the gipsies lyin aa roun me-o"
