The Gypsy Davy- Johnson (MA) c.1850 Barry C
[My title. From: Traditional Ballads in New England II by Phillips Barry; The Journal of American Folklore, Vol. 18, No. 70 (Jul. - Sep., 1905), pp. 191-214.
Informant's name supplied by Bronson from Barry MS.
R. Matteson 2012, 2015]
'The Gypsy Davy' -- C. Communicated to me September 16, I904, by Maria L. Johnson, Lynn, Mass., as sung over fifty years ago in Swansea, Mass.
1 The Gypsy came riding o'er the field,
The Gypsy he sang gaily,
He sang till he made the merry woods ring,
And he charmed the heart of the lady.
REFRAIN- Ally ally ding, ally ding, ally da-day,
Ally ally ding, ally da-day.
2. So when the master he came home,
Inquiring for his lady,
The servants made him this reply, -
"She 's gone with the Gypsy Davy."
3. "Now bring me here my good black horse,
The brown one he is lazy,
For I will neither eat nor drink (sleep)
Till I overtake my lady."