Gypsie Davy- Kincaid (KY) 1928 Booklet
[My title-- originally, The Gypsy Laddie. From Bradley Kincaid's My Favorite Mountain Ballads and Old-Time Songs- 1928. This version is lifted without the chorus from Raine, Land of the Saddle Bags, 1924, p. 119, where it is also titled, The Gypsy Laddie.
The first stanza was taken by Raine from Gentry (see Sharp D, 1916) the rest of the text is from an unknown source or sources.
R. Matteson 2015]
Gypsie Davy- printed in Kincaid's My Favorite Mountain Ballads and Old-Time Songs- 1928
1. Oh, when Lord Thomas he came home,
Enquiring for his lady,
The answer that they made to him,
She's gone with the gypsy Davy.
CHORUS: All a lipto tally doney,
Hair, hair,
All a lipto lady.
2. It's he caught up his old grey horse,
And he caught up his pony;
He rode all night and he rode all day
Till he overtook his doney.
3. It's come go back, my dearest dear,
It's come go back, my honey,
It's come go back, my dearest dear,
And you never shall lack for money.
4. I won't go back, my dearest dear,
Nor I won't go back, my honey;
I wouldn't give a kiss from my gypsy's lips
For you and all your money.
5. It's go pull off those snow-white gloves
A-made of Spanish leather,
And give to me your lily-white hand
And bid me farewell forever.
6. It's she pulled off those snow-white gloves
A-made of Spanish leather,
And gave to him her lily-white hand
And bade him farewell forever.
7. I once did have so many fine things,
Fine feather-beds and money;
But now my bed is made of hay
And the gypsies a-dancing around me.