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The English and Scottish Popular Ballads

Edited by Francis James Child.

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Lord Garrick
  
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Lord Garrick

THE GYPSY LADDIE—K

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a. From Mrs Helena Titus Brown of New York. b. From Miss Emma A. Clinch of New York. Derived, 1820, or a little later, a directly, b indirectly, from the singing of Miss Phœbe Wood, Huntington, Long Island, and perhaps learned from English soldiers there stationed during the Revolutionary war.

[OMITTED]

1

Go bring me down my high-heeled shoes,
Made of the Spanish leather,
And I'll take off my low-heeled shoes,
And away we'll go together.’
Lumpy dumpy linky dinky day
Lumpy dumpy linky dinky daddy

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2

They brought her down her high-heeled shoes,
Made of the Spanish leather,
And she took off her low-heeled shoes,
And away they went together.

3

And when Lord Garrick he got there,
Inquiring for his lady,
Then up steps his best friend:
‘She's gone with a gipsy laddie.’

4

‘Go saddle me my bonny brown,
For the grey is not so speedy,
And away we'll go to the Misty Mount,
And overtake my lady.’

5

They saddled him his bonny brown,
For the grey was not so speedy,
And away they went to the Misty Mount,
And overtook his lady.

6

And when Lord Garrick he got there,
'T was in the morning early,
And there he found his lady fair,
And she was wet and weary.

7

‘And it's fare you well, my dearest dear,
And it's fare you well for ever,
And if you don't go with me now,
Don't let me see you never.’