Oh gypsy laddie come a-ridin' through the wilderness singin', "Tonight I marry, oh!"
His voice rang out through the green, green trees and it charmed the heart of a maiden, oh,
And it charmed the heart of a maiden, oh.

"How old are you, my pretty little miss?
How old are you, my honey, oh?"

She answered him with a tee-ha-ha:
"I'll be sixteen next Sunday, oh,
I'll be sixteen next Sunday, oh."

"Oh will you leave your fine, fine home, your husband, and your baby, oh?
Oh will you leave them all behind and go with the gypsy laddie, oh?
And go with the gypsy laddie, oh?"

"Oh yes I'll leave my fine, fine home, my husband, and my baby, oh!
Oh yes I'll leave them all behind and go with the gypsy laddie, oh,
And go with the gypsy laddie, oh."

Last night she slept on a fine feather bed beside her husband and her baby, oh.
Tonight she sleeps on the cool, cool ground in the arms of the gypsy laddie, oh,
In the arms of the gypsy laddie, oh.